February War - Rabbit Junk

Standing on the curb wasting my life wait for a bus
The 36 was full the 13 was late
I think I've had enough
Standing in the corr that seat was mine
I said what the f**k
Pray to the gods they show me pity and beam me up but
I know I'm stuck so
I read my book
I wish for better better luck
Who are these people what are these customs what is this language
I don't understand
I feel the battle rage
I feel the steel in my hands
I feel the wind on my face
I am not of this
Thank you god for making me an alien thank you god for making me alright thank you god for making me an alien thank you god for making me alright
I finally got myself a seat by the homeless guy who been smoking crack
He said his name was
Phil and this was the bus he's gonna hi jack
I had to ask would it be too much to drive me home he said where to
I didn't know because
I've never ever known
Who are these people
I don't understand
I feel the battle rage
I feel the steel in my hands
I feel the wind on my face
I am not of this
Thank you god for making me an alien thank you god for making me alright thank you god for making me an alien thank you god for making me alright
I feel the battle rage
I feel the steel in my hands
I feel the wind on my face
I am not of this land
I feel the battle rage
I feel the steel in my hands
I feel the wind on my face
I am not of this
Thank you god for making me an alien thank you god for making me alright thank you god for making me an alien thank you god for making me alright
Yea eh eh eh
GO