Sucker without a brain
Nothing to do again
Step into the street
Like the man on a flying trapeze
Here comes that bus
Right into your face
Now you're flying
Now you're flying home
Isn't it just like a dream
Sirens and people and everything
The driver tried to swerve but he just didn't see you
Now you're buried beneath the wheel just like a tortilla
Here comes that bus
Right into your face
Now you're flying
Now you're flying home
When we're dead we can all climb aboard
The fare is easy to afford
Sometimes you meet a fireman
Sometimes you meet a dancer
This is one ride where you won't need no transfer
Here comes that bus
Right into your face
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APPEARS ON:
Fresh Meat + Old Slabs
LENGTH:
2:44
OTHER TITLE:
Sucker Without A Brain
WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
ENGINEERED BY:
Beck Hansen
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
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