Drought

Is the martyr ever happy if he loses what he loves? A cookie cutter Columbine seems reasonable enough Is the migrant ever running if he's heading right towards home? America! land of the free, in which I do condone And the bus still hasn't come And the bus still hasn't come to school just yet We'll criticize the media and tell them of their sins A phone box confessional to meet their terrorist ends Just build a bomb and light it up so you can let out We'll build a wall to keep 'em in and end this dreadful drought And the bus still hasn't come And the bus still hasn't come And the bus still hasn't come to school just yet Salut the entertainer; shoot the soldier in the night Backpacked kids with .22's say they have got the right And the bus still hasn't come And the bus still hasn't come I hope the bus will never come I hope the bus will never come I hope the bus will never come home