Busstop – Daan – letras

one of those nights i was waiting for the hornone of those nights i was out sleeping in the cornone of those nights, my fingers tight up in my hairone of those nights i was naked square, descending stairswe’re digging for minor goldwe’ve all got a line on holdthat ain’t no busstop, just a shelter from the rainthat ain’t no busstop, just a shelter from the rainain’t no bus stopping here,ain’t no ticket that’ll get you anywhereain’t no bus stopping here,ain’t no ticketjust a hood, just a couldjust a tiny man out in the universejust a hood, some kind of midget manjust a tiny hood, well, that ain’t nothat ain’t no busstop, just a shelter from the rainthat ain’t no busstop, just a shelter from the rainlast time i saw a bus stopping there was way back in 1973somebody got paid to put it there,somebody will get paid to tare it back downwhere is the sucker that told me this was a busstop?i don’t think it is,i’m quite sure it ain’t,no, this ain’t no busstopi don’t see no bus stopping around hereand my eyes are not mistaken, i’m brighti don’t see no bus,i don’t see no bus, just a tiny little little hoodthat ain’t no busstop, just a shelter from the rainthat ain’t no busstop, just a shelter from the rainjust 2 square meters of concrete ment to divert your attentionfrom the bus that ain’t stopping there,from the people that ain’t waiting therethat ain’t no busstop, just a shelter from the rainthat ain’t no busstop, just a shelter for your pain