Well you talk about disease
Like it's part of the plan
Another God sent plague on the
common man
You talk about love
The way you think about lust
Like it's something obscene
You don't wanna discuss
Like it doesn't exist in your
Neck ofthe woods
You think it's over-rated
And misunderstood
You'd rather ship 'em like cattle
To the Hindu kush
I'm gonna write it all down
In the back of the bus

Oh oh I feel the heat
Oh oh I feel the rush
Oh oh I feel the heat
I'm gonna move on down
To the back of the bus
I'm gonna make my stand
In the back of the bus
I'm going to write it all out
In the back of this bus

They got forty-six thousand
Less today
In the name of freedom
In the U.S.A.
We gotta stick it to them
Before they get to us
They got enough heat stashed
To blow us all to dust

You got control greed confirmity
Just three little words
That don't apply to me
In a couple of summers
When you all adjust
You'll be riding with your buddies
In the back ofthe bus

Refrão

Man, look at that monkey over there
I bet you think you're tough
Well, I ain't scared
You got a face like that damn
Sun Yung Moon
I saw you praying to the East this
afternoon
Well you've taken our women
And you got our jobs
With your Chinese writing
And your foreign gods
I don't want you sitting down here
next to us
Why don't you take that
Seat in the back of the bus

Refrão

Well, tv's flashing the subliminal lie
They're gonna bend you shape you
And crucify you
If you know your wines
Then it's understood
You don't need a good reference
You can join the club
But before you even know it
There's a couple of kids
It's a fine line you're walking now
But God forbid
You wanna talk to him
You gotta give to us
Man I think I'm gonna throw up
In the back of the bus

Well this ain't no time to celebrate
We got too much sorrow
And too much hate
We got too much them
And not enough us
Man there's too much heat
In the back of this bus