Lyrics
Who is that man on the back of the bus
Shouldn't let it get you dragged down so much
Who is that man on the back of the bus
Shouldn't let it get you dragged down so much
Educated dropout living in a vacation home
Guess you never know when the wheels will fall off
He's a happy old fella in the short sleeved shirt
Telling us stories when he was at work
He's barking louder, tales get taller every time he does
Everybody listen up, I was a teenager
Got my first car and drove it over there
Someone cut the lights out, so you know
Drunk people from the Southeast, they talk slow
I'll keep living in the frame where you left me, love
I'll keep picking up the pieces of us
Well, how do y'all do, we gotta move
Fuck off (everybody)
Laughing at the tough guy revival in Washington
It matters who you know, when you don't know anyone
We're staying outside or living in a car
Sleeping outside or laying on the floor
Space gets smaller, cash is shorter, past is catching up
Would everybody shut up?
Don't do me any favors
Piss blind in the street, so I'm going to come home later
And the mess that you made is why we gotta go
Vampires in the dry heat, don't think so
I'll keep living in the frame where you left me, love
I'll keep picking up the pieces of us
I'll keep living in the frame where you left me, love
I'll keep picking up the pieces of us
Us
Y'all, chill
Cut it out
Tired of it
That's all