BLOODY MEN!


Bloody men are like bloody buses

You wait for about a year

And as soon as one approaches

Your stop

Two or three others appear

You look at them flashing indicators

Offering you a ride

You’re trying to read the destinations

You haven’t much time to decide

If you make a mistake there is no turning back

Jump off and you’ll stand there and gaze

While the cars and the taxis and the lorries go by

And the minutes, the hours, the days

Bloody men are like bloody buses

You wait for about a year

And as soon as one approaches

Your stop

Two or three others appear

You look at them flashing indicators

Offering you a ride

You’re trying to read the destinations

You haven’t much time to decide

If you make a mistake there is no turning back

Jump off and you’ll stand there and gaze

While the cars and the taxis and the lorries go by

And the minutes, the hours, the days

The cars – the taxis – the lorries go by

W. Cope.

TRIPES Music. 2006.