Pulls away from where the magical child starts
I've got a comic in the middle
The stories will shape this ship
just four more stops again
I see the driver in the glass
The five year olds eat their fruit
And short attention spans
The boy who sweats in his glass
Who's calling where's my babydoll
Pick a place and sit alone
Too fast to fret the courses
And who'll fuck the likes of race
And when then they finally fall
But what are we waiting for
And watch the paintings through
The bells are clock twister
Soldiers in their boldness
The bully grabs at my back
The driver pushes the gas
Hit the brakes if we slide
And his head hits the side
Creeps out "i'll take you on"
Then he grabs me in dreadfuls
And the looks on his chestfuls
And then there's the stop
Everybody came down just to see me leaving
Baby take my hand away can't you see i'm happy
When the story's mine I think I'll tell it different
It's a shame to hear the sound
When the penny hit the ground
And i want to go back home
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