Bus Driver Man lyrics

Drowning yourself in a sea of dysentery And animals dead on their backs You hurry to switchblade the maker of paper With stitches that wind down her hat Oh, finally you have found a piece of mind This is Satan's song You must sing along This is Satan's song You must sing along In your shoes and the mistake of martians That buzz in my brain like a seed And a leech on the index of a holy subject Will algebra bite till it bleeds Oh, finally you have found a piece of mind This is Satan's song You must sing along This is Satan's song You must sing along