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Bus Named Desire

de Soul Asylum

Mister orientation on the edge of time upon here on the edge of town
Lifts his glass to his lips and laughs as he sips as looks out over the village city
Cuts the hustle and bustle and building some houses where the village idiot is sitting

Now the firemen's house is burning down
The cleaning lady's house is a mess
The lifeguard is out there drowning somewhere
The psychiatrist is just getting depressed
All of this time we've chatted away you know the village idiot is thinking

An like a piece of symmetry (on the idiot)
Takes in a world like a soaken dreams (the idiot)
And amusement flows like a free flowing stream
Which the idiot is drinking

And don't let your attitude get in the way you know the village idiot thinking
And he's thinking for me
And he's thinking for you
And the trouble that we pull each other through
And he's thinking for me
And he's thinking for you
Everybody's got something better to do

(Chatter and applause)

The watchmaker's watch is moving slow
Mister know-it-all just doesn't know
I simplify this life someday; I'm an idiot thinking

An like a piece of symmetry (on the idiot)
Takes in a world like a soaken dream (the idiot)
And amusement comes like a free flowing stream
Which the idiot is drinking

Idi-idi-idi-idiot

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