Rabbit Junk /

February War

Standing on the curb, wasting my life, wait for a bus
The 36 was full the 13 was late, I think I've had enough
Standing in the corr, that seat was mine, I said what the fuck
Pray to the gods they show me pity and beam me up,
but I know I'm stuck so I read my book I wish for better, better luck!

Who are these people, what are these customs, what is this language, I don’t understand

I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this

[Chorus]:
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright

I finally got myself a seat, by the homeless guy, who been smoking crack,
He said his name was Phil and this was the bus he’s gonna hi-jack,
I had to ask would it be too much to drive me home, he said where to I didn’t know because I've never ever known.

Who are these people? I don’t understand!

I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this

[Chorus]

I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this land

I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this!

[Chorus]

Yea eh eh eh, GO!