Momus - Buses lyrics
[Momus - Buses lyrics]
The crazy bus driver a hardened survivor
Became a great artist and came on apace
He started doing crashes
To entertain passengers
It didn't hurt when he smashed up his face
But only a has-been goes through the window
He's got more talent and he's got more tact
He fought free from learning
Taught himself nothing
The original autodidact
And years in the ghetto hardened his mettle
Put dents in his fenders but never his pride
And now when he kills you
It really thrills you
The critics are calling it "Passengercide"
At Waterloo Station his big installation
Stopped traffic a flaming success
And his intervention at Dalston Junction
Created triumphant distress
And now he's got chops to
Compare with Tsaikovsky's
His Nutcracker Crash
Was the best of the worst
That crazy bus driver original thinker
A mere child could do it but he did it first
His interrogation of driver frustration
Incisive and cutting a master stroke
Those willing to listen
Heard the capitalist system
Come crashing system in wreckage and smoke
He finds inspiration
Where you least expect it
Takes cliches and throws them all
Into reverse
That crazy bus driver that difficult rider
The best of the best and
The worst of the worst
The crazy bus driver
Destroyed all his rivals
When they climbed aboard his opus 53
They were screaming in terror
But not the bus driver that great artist
Died in his sleep
Became a great artist and came on apace
He started doing crashes
To entertain passengers
It didn't hurt when he smashed up his face
But only a has-been goes through the window
He's got more talent and he's got more tact
He fought free from learning
Taught himself nothing
The original autodidact
And years in the ghetto hardened his mettle
Put dents in his fenders but never his pride
And now when he kills you
It really thrills you
The critics are calling it "Passengercide"
At Waterloo Station his big installation
Stopped traffic a flaming success
And his intervention at Dalston Junction
Created triumphant distress
And now he's got chops to
Compare with Tsaikovsky's
His Nutcracker Crash
Was the best of the worst
That crazy bus driver original thinker
A mere child could do it but he did it first
His interrogation of driver frustration
Incisive and cutting a master stroke
Those willing to listen
Heard the capitalist system
Come crashing system in wreckage and smoke
He finds inspiration
Where you least expect it
Takes cliches and throws them all
Into reverse
That crazy bus driver that difficult rider
The best of the best and
The worst of the worst
The crazy bus driver
Destroyed all his rivals
When they climbed aboard his opus 53
They were screaming in terror
But not the bus driver that great artist
Died in his sleep