Super Powers Enable Me To Blend In With Machinery Lyrics - Midwestern Songs Of The Americas - Dillinger Four

It's all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this bus 

Back to a nitch dug just like a ditch in this city's weathered crust 

But there's something about this city's gray 

That seems to say all there is to say 

Riddled with regiment, vindictive intent 

Faking loyalty and getting paid 

Fuck them all 

She keeps the variety section and gives the rest to me 

She says she remembers when buses were nicer 

There's no dignity in plastic seats 

But there's something about the way she said 

The only good boss is one that's dead 

Their broad shoulders giggled all over the bus 

And work ethics crumbled into them and us 

Fuck them all