So you won't even pay the fare.
I'll hit you with my change gun.
Having got the whole thing right.
I won't meet the test of time.
With your hair and your soft-top shoes I could never be you.
Unending routes have been severed;
Aboard you've all been tethered.

Only with the grace allowed thee.
Turn this bus around before we run the rim that's in our way.
Below we lie, below we dive today.

Collect ticket skinhead you try it on.
Pull the other with the bells on.
You can smoke your smoke outside.
Dragging hard against the tide.
Wipe your feet if you want to stay in.
Does it matter when your lungs fill?
Regarding the rules have been severed.
Aboard you've all been tethered.

Don't you make a sound.
I'll stop it any time you pay me.
I can't hold this course.
Did I tell you stand?
Did I say that anyone could touch me?
I can't hold this course.
Pity about your friends.
Pity that none of them could save face.
I can't hold this course.
Did you touch the brake?
Did you touch anything?
I said no.
I can't hold it.
I can't make you see.