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There's a licanthrobe on the bus
i'm sitting on the bus to hell, and i'm not feeling very well
and there's one or two places i know i'd rather be
i'm naked to the seat wrapped up in a blood stained sheet
and there's some kind of naked lunatic next to me
well that's when i see the ''wolf-man'', appearing at the top of the stairs
fiddling around with a ticket machine, and asking if there's any more fares
but shrouds don't have any pockets for money, and i don't know what to do
because he doesn't look like the sort who's going to get caught, accepting an I.O.U
there's a licanthrobe on the bus
and he's heading for us
big teeth and covered in hair
and he's coming to collect my fare
and i hope that i don't have to pay in blood
there's a man sitting on the back seat, making a fuss
he say's ''there's been some mistake, and i could be on the wrong bus''
but why did god forsake him, and leave him in the lurch?
because he's a sexist,homophobe, who went to the wrong fucking church
and as the bus flies through the night
i try to remember how i died
and i'm not yet completely in control
and the bus conductor says
''we don't want your money''
yes you've guessed it
this bastard wants my soul
as we reached ther gates of hell, things don't look so bad
they're playing loud music, i can see Jane Mansfield dancing with my dad
they're all drinking beer and getting it down, things are working out quite well
because everybody's got their own idea of heaven and hell!
and there's one or two places i know i'd rather be
i'm naked to the seat wrapped up in a blood stained sheet
and there's some kind of naked lunatic next to me
well that's when i see the ''wolf-man'', appearing at the top of the stairs
fiddling around with a ticket machine, and asking if there's any more fares
but shrouds don't have any pockets for money, and i don't know what to do
because he doesn't look like the sort who's going to get caught, accepting an I.O.U
there's a licanthrobe on the bus
and he's heading for us
big teeth and covered in hair
and he's coming to collect my fare
and i hope that i don't have to pay in blood
there's a man sitting on the back seat, making a fuss
he say's ''there's been some mistake, and i could be on the wrong bus''
but why did god forsake him, and leave him in the lurch?
because he's a sexist,homophobe, who went to the wrong fucking church
and as the bus flies through the night
i try to remember how i died
and i'm not yet completely in control
and the bus conductor says
''we don't want your money''
yes you've guessed it
this bastard wants my soul
as we reached ther gates of hell, things don't look so bad
they're playing loud music, i can see Jane Mansfield dancing with my dad
they're all drinking beer and getting it down, things are working out quite well
because everybody's got their own idea of heaven and hell!
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