at every busstop she is standing
waiting for a man it seems
but it cannot be she’s hoping
for a common man like me
oh that beautiful face
eyes that hold a stare
she shouldn’t stand there waiting
for the madman beware….
and always I hold my breath
when I see her there alone
everybody knows the streets aren’t save
someone’d better drive her home
how I’d like to invite her
but I suppress the desire
such a girl would never wait
on a common man on fire
I got an elevation ticket
for the revalation time
I got a tight bound jacket
for the revolution crime
so frightened I stare at them crazy eyes
a stuttermouth telling those hazy lies
so scared I look at them blood red hands
recognizing for what they stand
shouting from pain I see
that girl will never wait for me
I got an elevation ticket
for the revalation time
I got a tight bound jacket
for the revolution crime
I have a book of praise
for when the church bells chime
I have a cold dark cellar
to keep the old red wine