Watchin the buddhists

Watchin the buddhists

tranquil as the sea,

as happy as they can be,

take their time to set us free

watching the buddhists watchin me

and runnin for the last bus outta chinatown...

watchin the buddhists

watchin them as they're watchin me,

tryna tell us howda be free

watching the buddhists

slip from glee

as they miss that las train outta chinatown...

and a billion years is nuttin and an era's like a week,

but each moment's an eternity

when you're run to ground

and the wheels swirl round

on that cuss'd last bus

causing so much fuss

and it trails disgust

as it glides so swift

outta chinatown