Get on to the bus
That's gonna take you back to Beelzebub
Get on to the bus
That's 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
It's a grind grind
It's a grind
It's a grind grind
I'll scratch you raw
L'etat c'est moi
I drink the drink
And I'm 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
