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Standing on the curb wasting my lifeWaiting for a bus36 was late, the 13 was full I thinkI've had enoughStanding in the grime that seat was mineI said what the fuckPray to the gods they show me pityAnd beam me upBut now I'm stuckSo I read my book and wish for better, better luckWho are these peopleWhat are these customsWhat is this language I don't understandI feel the battle rageI feel the steel in(on) my handsI feel the wind in my faceI am not of thisThank you godFor making me an AlienThank you godFor making me all rightLetras de cancionesFinally got myself a seatBy the homeless guyWho's been smoking crackHe said his name was PhilAnd this was the bus he's going to hijackI had to ask, "Would it be too much To drive me home?"He said, "Where to?"I didn't knowBecause I've never, never knownWho are these peopleI don't understand From Letras Mania