Sucker Without a Brain

Sucker without a brain nothin to do again
Step into the street
Like the man on a flying trapeze
Here comes that bus right into your face
Now you're flying now you're flying home
Isn't it just like a dream
Sirens and people and everything
The driver tried to swerve
But he just didn't see ya
Now you're buried 'neath the wheel
Just like a tortilla here comes that bus
Right into your face now you're flying
Now you're flying home
When we're dead we can all climb aboard
The fare is easy to afford
Sometimes you meet a fireman
Sometimes you meet a dancer
This is one ride where you
Won't need no transfer here comes that bus
Right into your face