Bad boys at the back of the bus,
They're kicking up a storm,
They're kicking up a fuss about something,
That you know you never did,
This is something a kid should never witness
What's this, cat's got your tongue,
Left right pocket he brandishes a gun,
Is it a fake one, well who could ever tell?
As you wish to god, you'd be saved by the stop bell

Conductor or CCTV,
But no one's out there who's willing to help me,
In this what is my one time of need,
Thoughts spinning, kicking up a speed

Is this what free travel costs?
A phone and a wallet and a new ipod
Your grace and your last shreds of dignity
Are thrown away as you begin to plead
For what you believe could be your life or your teeth
There's answers to questions you'll forever seek
Why did you do it to me?

It's a sad sorry state of affairs
Looking there and everywhere for someone who cares
Someone to be there and see I've nowhere to go
But to go where the flowers grow
Live among the garden stones
There's nowhere for this boy to roam

Bad boys with toy guns
On the last train in the setting sun
Make up for one long walk home

Is this what free travel costs?
A phone and a wallet and a new ipod
Your grace and your last shreds of dignity
Are thrown away as you begin to plead
For what you believe could be your life or your teeth
Your love or your money or your wife to be
There's answers to questions you'll forever seek
Why did you do it to me?