Park and Ride and Park and Ride - Drug Church

Watching through scrambled lines

Watching through the window

Watching the bus pass by

My life, the black side

Watching through scrambled lines

Watching through the window

Watching the bus pass by

My life, the black side

You ask why can’t I touch it

But I just need new contacts

Someone can’t reach their goals

Mine I can’t hardly see them

Watching through scrambled lines

Watching through the window

Watching the bus pass by

My life, the black side

Watching through scrambled lines

Watching through the window

Watching the bus pass by

My life, the black side

It’s Father’s Day for bastards

And I’m asking for new glasses

Some shatter proof eyewear

The type that never smudges

Watching through

Watching at half power

Watching through dim lights

My life, the glass eye

Watching through

Watching at half power

Watching through the window

My life, the glass eye