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Rabbit Junk - February War Lyrics

Standing on the curb, wasting my life, waiting for a bus
The 36 was full, the 13 was late, I think I've had enough
Standing in the grime, that seat was mine, I said ""what the fuck""
Pray to the gods, they show me pity and beam me up
But now I'm stuck, so I read my book and wish for better, better luck

Who are these people?
What are these customs?
What is this language?
I don't understand

I feel the battle rage
I feel the steel on my hands
I feel the wind on my face
I am not of this

Thank you god for making me an alien
Thank you god for making me all right
Thank you god for making me an alien
Thank you god for making me all right

I finally got myself a seat by the homeless guy who'd been smoking crack
He said his name was Phil and this was the bus he's gonna hijack
I had to ask ""Would it be too much to drive me home?""
He said, ""Where to?"" I didn't know, because I've never, never known

Who are these people?
I don't understand

I feel the battle rage
I feel the steel in my hands
I feel the wind on my face
I am not of this

Thank you god for making me an alien
Thank you god for making me all right
Thank you god for making me an alien
Thank you god for making me all right

I feel the battle rage
I feel the steel in my hands
I feel the wind on my face
I am not of this land

I feel the battle rage
I feel the steel in my hands
I feel the wind on my face
I am not of this

Thank you god for making me an alien
Thank you god for making me all right
Thank you god for making me an alien
Thank you god for making me all right

Thank you god for making me all right
Thank you god for making me all right
Thank you god for making me all right
Thank you god for making me all right

Yeah
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