Bus To Beelzebub — Soul Coughing

Get on to the bus

Thats gonna take you back to beelzebub

Get on to the bus

Thats gonna make you stop going rub a dub

Your words burn the air

Like the names of candy bars

Your mouth is cold and red

All in rings around your

Laugh laughing laughs

Its a grind grind

Its a grind

Its a grind grind

Ill scratch you raw

Letat cest moi

I drink the drink

And Im wall to wall

I absorb trust like a love rhombus

I feel I must elucidate

I ate the chump with guile

Quadrilateral I was

Now I warp like a smile

Yellow no. 5

Yellow no. 5, 5, 5

Voulez-vous the bus?