Rabbit Junk - February War Lyrics

Standing on the curb, wasting my life
Waiting for a bus
The 36 was full, the 13 was late
I think I've had enough
Standing in the grime, that seat was mine
I said "what the fuck" pray to the gods
They show me pity and beam me up
But now I'm stuck, so I read
My book and 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 on my hands
I feel the wind on my face i am not of this

Thank you god for making me an alien
Thank you god for making me all right
Thank you god for making me an alien
Thank you god for making me all right

I finally got myself a seat by the
Homeless guy who'd been smoking crack
He said his name was Phil and this
Was the bus he's gonna hijack
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, never 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

Thank you god for making me an alien
Thank you god for making me all right
Thank you god for making me an alien
Thank you god for making me all right

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

Thank you god for making me an alien
Thank you god for making me all right
Thank you god for making me an alien
Thank you god for making me all right
Thank you god for making me all right
Thank you god for making me all right
Thank you god for making me all right
Thank you god for making me all right

Yeah go!