Since Im just going to keep writing more, I might as well just have on thread for it all. The Boxes they try to keep me in a little box away from all the world, Unable to see, The self destruction in front of me. They try to hide me from the truth, I know better than to hear the propaganda, Tell the truth they say "I can't understand ya." I can't open up all the boxes unless I tear them apart, How can I do this and be sure I don't destroy the human heart? I can only be so careful so long, I need to be more than a loser with a protest song, before my word is trusted and I don't have to destroy the boxes, Worrying too much about the lost souls inside, can't remember how many times I cried, For those who live in ignorance. My Love is So Damn Ugly She is so damn ugly, A person in a magazine told me, I thought she was fine, I wanted her to be mine, But she's no more than a fat bitch, A dirty little witch, according to the TV and Radio, They told me, "Oh, don't you know? This is what beauty is." My god, they freed me from my ignorant bliss! How could I be with somebody who was so unpleasant? Another decision for me to resent. So I am looking for a girl who is really beautiful, When society agrees, then I'll know, I found the right woman for me. Without the mass media standards, I wouldn't know beauty....
Bus Sittin' at a bus stop, Four faces come to life, The frightened little one carries a knife. It's been an hour since the greyhound was supposed to show, They were told to get there early, you know. Sitting down, coughing on the other's cigarette smokes, the little one tells a joke, And they laugh for a little bit, At the piece of cunning wit. Smiling, laughing, having some fun, They all talked a while waiting for the bus to come, They learned so much about eachother, Became real fast friends, But it wouldn't last forever, Just until the bus ride ends.
