Bus to Beelzebub

                                  Get on to the bus

That's gonna take you back to Beelzebub

Get on to the bus

That's gonna make you stop going rub a dub



Your words burn the air

Like the names of candy bars

Your mouth is cold and red

All in rings around your

Laugh laughing laughs



It's a grind grind

It's a grind

It's a grind grind



I'll scratch you raw

L'etat see'est moi

I drink the drink

And I'm wall to wall

I absorb trust like a love rhombus

I feel I must elucidate

I ate the chump with guile

Quadrilateral I was

Now I warp like a smile



Yellow no. 5

Yellow no. 5, 5, 5



Voulez-vous the bus?