City
Buses is most wondrous to behold
As the panoply of bridges,
domes and al leyways unfolds
And there down among the dead men
Is a face that you once knew
And you hope she doesn't notice
That she's waving at you
Are you cash inside a cylinder, in
Mother
London's shop?
To be pumped around the system,
till the air is all used up?
So you sit there in the carriage,
turning seven shades of blue
And the people on the platform are all
waving at you
So you bagged that little runaround,
it was going for a song
And now you wish you'd never bothered,
cos it's always going wrong
And you break down on the westward,
and the rain turns into glue
And the
QPR supporters are waiting there
too
Oh, the pressures of survival,
they can break an honest man
And the lack of understand
ing is so hard to understand
If you want to leave the party,
then you better join the queue
And the ones who beat you to it are always in your queue
You