Paroles de The Fifty Seven

She took the Bus, The Fifty Seven from Brighton He saw his name in the book she was writing It was The Myth of Private Property God and Man He didn't need to understand The Fifty Seven turns left into Allston Like waking up from a dream ythat you were lost in With some old aging lunatic by your side Swimming with you against the tide I never had no direction That's why I spread myself around It don't bother me I've got connections All over this town I'm on the Bus I'm on the Bus I'm on the Bus, The Fifty Seven from Brighton I'm on the Bus