Like a dream,
it's so hard understandin'
Like a wound that's deep
and keeps on bleedin'
like a child who doesn't know the meaning of
the fight that stands between his learning.
What's all the fuss about a bus when
the children love to travel?
Haven't we learned to be turned on
and to help ourselves unravel?
The piece of ground grows each day
like a sore in our castation.
Wasn't it one for all and all for one
that made this nation?
Who's the mother throwin' stones
Who's the child that stays
at home
Like a fool
My father trusted no one
Like a mule
His stubborn ways were wrong
And I missed my younger days
of learning held me back
while all the world was turning.
What's all the fuss about a bus when
the children love to travel?
Haven't we learned to be turned down
and to help ourselves unravel?
The fears that grow and grows each day
like a soaring old festation.
Was it one for all and all for one
that made the station?
Who's the mother throw
ing stones?
Who's the child that stays at home?
Like the news that showed us all the
throwing of the stones
That burden keeps on hurt
ing through our lives
New generations coming, will they think
The only way is fighting, pay them well
The teachers are deserving,
they don't mind
From where the children's
coming and the view
That's doing all the shouting,
off your ass
And try some understanding
What's all the fuss about a bus when
the children love to travel?
Haven't we learned to be turned
on and to help ourselves unravel?
The piers are growin', grows each day,
like a soaring old fast station.
Wasn't it one for all and all,
for one that made this nation?
What's all the fuss about a bus,
when the children love to travel?
Haven't we learned to be turned on,
and to help ourselves unravel?
The piers are growin', grows each day,
like a soaring old fast station.
Wasn't it one for all and all,
for one that made this nation?
What's all the fuss about a bus when
the children love to travel?
Haven't we learned to be turned on
and to help ourselves and travel?