Jesus Bus

Well I wish for this song to never hit the spot
That gives you the strength to tell your boss to get fucked
And quit that job you hate so much
Cause I've been seeing people find happiness
Trading their dreams and ideals for comfort
And once that idea has infected their brain
Yeh that person is no longer, no longer, no longer the same

While every heart must find it's own path
No I can't shake the feeling
That theirs got ripped from their chests
The hole patched back with cash so they'd forget
No my soul will not be sold, my time will not be timed
We all need fucking money but there's a war to fight and
I want you to only ever be a drunken stumble away from me

My friend is join the army
My friend is join the army

But I still remember when you wore your beat up Op Ivy hat
I still remember when we got arrested in Arrarat
I still remember when we swam naked at Broad Beach with Pat
I still remember when you used to get fucked up, two step to
One Dead Cop and the shows we played in parking lots