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When the bus don't come on tuesday, that's the best time of the year When the bus don't come on tuesday, that's the best time of the year (I don't want your Money, the empire don't come round here no more) When the bus don't come on tuesday, that's the best time of the year [When the Gunshots come out, then it's time to go to bed] When the bus don't come on tuesday, that's the best time of the year [When the Gunshots come out, then it's time to go to bed](i said keep your fucking money, the Empire don't come round here no more) Some of you have never, gone ninety miles per hour On the back roads home from work after a long day and it shows Some of you have never, gone ninety miles per hour On the back roads home from work after a long day and it shows I still hear All the Songs nobody wrote me I don't know it what key But they sound like nothing you never heard before Or since In your Agogic apocalypse And born in times square Lived and died somewhere where the sun don't show And know I ain't Cried this way before The cutting room floor Is where i will die and the place where I still hear All the Songs nobody wrote me