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She the bus at 5:06
That's in the AM for all you little kids.
And a 45 minute trip
If she aint in by 6, she'll catch pink-slip.
And that's 3, and that FIRED,
A coffee in the purse to help her keep wired.
The where she drops the baby off,
God it's on the same block as the bus-stop.

By 5:30, she's there,
And the back's hurtin' from the buses plastic chair.
"Live to work, to live, to work, to live."
gotta feed the kid and give it all she's got to give.
Plus she's tryin'a catch a overtime,
If she stays 'til 4 she be home by 5.
her eyes for the rest of the route,
And keeps the head-phones to drown everything out
But the same old

(Chorus)
Whoa, not another day.
Not day of the same old song.
Whoa, Whoa not day.

Seems like nobody even his name huh?
If he disappeared would they even see the blank
The only kids who might notice are the ones who push him up and down the hallways and in the rooms.
he looks at his bruises,
He wants to come to school with a gun like those on the news did.
Nah man, they don't to die,
And he's the type of kid that couldn't a fly.
I you get used to the life,
Maybe why he refuses to cry.
it on the chin,
it in stride,
What dosn't break you just makes you right?

So he sits by himself on the bus,
Hoping that today he wouldn't to put his dukes up.
But just like any other here they come to fuck off with his can't wait for summer.
the same old song:

Whoa, Whoa not day.
Not another day of the old song cumon.
Whoa, Whoa not day.

Woke up at the break of dawn when the city's blood-line starts to along.
The generator on those public buses is enough to bust you out of any daydream your in.
I guess that's the chance you takin' when you camp out infront of that station.
And this town got no answers to chase man, why he always sleeps near the transportation.
Pan-handling, transient freedom. not from this region.
But when the wind starts to whisper its he knows enough to pack it up and dip out before the winter hits.

Childhood washed down the gutter
Both gone, no sisters, no brothers.
memories, strong paranoia,
While the song repeats in his head
over and over and over and it goes:

Whoa, Whoa not day.
Not day of the same old song cumon.
Whoa, Whoa not day.
Not another day of the old song cumon.
Whoa, Whoa not day.
Not day of the same old song cumon.
Whoa, Whoa not day...