The wheels on the bus go
Hiss, hiss, hiss
Hiss, hiss, hiss
Hiss, hiss, hiss
The wheels on the bis go
Hiss, hiss, hiss
As they slowly run out of air
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I will not March I will not fight A better way other than Bloodshed and gore Your fight Your war Your politics Not mine You fight it I am...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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