the brakes of the bus sound
like feedback on a microphone
a stone-cold expression on some asshole's face
reflecting sound waves through space and time

like feedback on a microphone
spent moral change won't buy you candy
reflecting sound waves through space and time
the machine spits out ideas furiously

spent moral change won't buy you candy
billy goes to church because everyone else does
the machine spits out ideas furiously
billy goes to school because it's the law

billy goes to church because everyone else does
mother makes him perfect little sandwiches daily
billy goes to school because it's the law
the brakes of the bus sound