Night Bus

Ten thirty at the shoarma joint

Fueling up for another night

You get your broodje doner and a pack of smokes

Two white pills and you're good to go

Warm rain falling on the cracked cement

And if you close your eyes this city almost seems innocent

Dressed in camo and beat down kicks

On a midnight patrol thru the kingdom of the wicked

Put on your coat head out the door

Spend your money at the poolhall

Wonder what you're working for

Now you're outside smoking cigarettes standing in the rain

Waiting for the nightbus

To take you home again

Somewhere out in chinatown

At a drum n bass party in a beat down warehouse

The generator has broken down

The music stops the lights go out

And we're all praying for a miracle here

Postpone the dawn before we make it home again

Like a vampire with a tan

And when the sun comes up you're the last one standing

Feels like you're spinning while this world stays stuck in place

But there ain't nothing here you're missing anyway