I Hate the Buss

Verse 1

Don't do that, kid, you'll regret every minute
But the keys to the Civic ain't keys that I'm gripping

Got a backpack of failure, a half-eaten bagel
And a transit app crashing 'cause the universe is fatal

Pre-Chorus

And I — can't — drive — this —
existential crisis
And I — won't — find — peace —
'Til the 47 PICKS me

CHORUS

I HATE — THE BUS!
I HATE — THE SMELL!
I HATE — THE GUY WHO YELLS AT THE BELL!
I HATE — THE WAIT!
I HATE — THE FATE!
TWENTY-EIGHT AND I CAN'T EVEN OPERATE A — STATION WAGON!

Verse 2

There's a man eating ribs by the window and a kid on an iPad with no headphones,
truck videos, screaming at dead phones

don't do that, kid, just save up, get a Corolla
Tell that to my landlord, my student loans, and my MOLAR!

Pre-Chorus

And I — can't — sit — down —
Every seat got a stain with a backstory profound
And I — won't — survive —
Til the EAST 47 finally ARRIVES
HOLY CHRIST!

CHORUS

I HATE — THE BUS!
I HATE — THE STENCH!
I HATE — THE WET, WARM, THING ON THE BENCH!
I HATE — THIS CHURCH —
OF SAINT TRANSIT JUST WAITING TO BE LEFT IN THE LURCH!
FUCK - THE - BUS!

Bridge

don't do that, son…
"…don't do that…"

Why didn't I learn to drive like Brandon, Brandon has a WIFE and kids.
I have… a transfer ticket… that expires in nine minutes…

FINAL CHORUS

I HATE — THE BUS!
I HATE — MY LIFE!
I HATE — THAT IT TAKES AN HOUR TO GO TWO MILES AT NIGHT!
I HATE — THE FARE!
I HATE — THE AIR!
I HATE THE FACT I PRAYED TO GOD AND HE MAKES ME WALK THERE!
DON'T — DO — THAT — HE — SAID —
NOW I'M RIDING WITH THE LIVING DEAD!
…next stop… Maple and Despair…
…next stop… Maple and Despair…