Lyrics

walking aloft a bit o' business in a small cut up
a tailored sleeve
livin' here made up is no game it's all the start
of what i believe
it's good to stay away from certain things you know you will
later regret
so nothing about me has ever been reported
in any papers yet

no i'd no business in this seat
with you all barely keepin' your feet

the longer i stay awake the better it is for me to meet
the task at hand
busying myself canvassing town for an arm affixed
with bayonet
who is to tell me whom to inform only to keep
their senses confused
doddering away i'll say i've every right
to attempt to improve

no i'd no business in this seat
with you all barely keeping your feet

a woman reclining notices me i acknowledge her with
a facial gesture
i'm a collector on board a bus no more can be said
of my purposes here
she's an honest account of how i suss up
to which degree
this night is bound to spring like force presented its
time to act free

no i'd no business in this seat
with you all barely keeping your feet