"Ohio!" they yell and it don't mean hello
Sometimes it takes you where you're planning to go
It might be a front for a drug-running scheme
It runs every night, it's a tired machine
My friend's all complain but I don't see the fuss
I tell you I like riding that Chinatown Bus
They call it the Skyhorse, thank god it's earthbound
it's half as much and twice as fast as any Greyhound
It might be illegal, it's dangerous as hell
whether it'll show you never can tell
I'm sick of this city, I'll do what I must
I'm going back home on the Chinatown Bus.
One drove off a cliff, one fell in the river
But with prices this low I'll always forgive her
It burns dragon fire and coughs out it's tail
The guy sitting next to me was just out on bail
It's gleaming and white, not a dot of rust
I had a fine time on the Chinatown Bus
The depot's like something out of the third world
People from all over into America hurled
I pick up my pass and I sit on the curb
Everybody's talking, I don't get a word
There's a toilet in back and you hope it will flush
First class all the way on the Chinatown Bus
I'd rather not know how fast we went
The point is we got there and not much was spent
The driver speeds up, he doesn't slow down
If there's a roadblock he just goes around
He couldn't speak English except when to cuss
Have the ride of your life on the Chinatown Bus
I can't jet off to London or do St. Tropez
I could fly to Paris and not afford to stay
The stone walls of New York move in like a trap
I feel a deep lust when I look at a map
I don't want a lot, I ain't asking for much
Carry me out, you Chinatown Bus
We leave the city, the buildings subside
All of the coach settle in for the ride
I look out the window at a staggering dark
Up in the sky the stars start to spark
The engine hums along as the wheels they rush
I'm riding alone on the Chinatown Bus.
15 December 2012
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