Standing on the curb wasting my life
Waiting for a bus
36 was late, the 13 was full 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 in(on) my hands
I feel the wind in my face
I am not of this

Thank you god
For making me an Alien
Thank you god
For making me all right

Finally got myself a seat
By the homeless guy
Who's been smoking crack
He said his name was Phil
And this was the bus he's going to 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


Lyrics submitted by puffinpoke

February War song meanings
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    General CommentThis is easy, the singer feels his life is more fortunate/better than the common vagrants he runs into along the streets and he's thankful for it.
    It's a fucking awesome song and one of my favorites by them
    Gurunajon December 12, 2009   Link
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    Lyric CorrectionThe lyrics are definitely,
    "Thank you God for making me an idiot",
    not "Thank you God for making me an alien".
    Potatofleshon September 29, 2010   Link
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    Lyric CorrectionI copied this straight from the CD booklet, and it said alien. I know CD book lyrics can be wrong on occasion (hell, this CD booklet has some very dodgy punctuation, spelling, etc.), but I hear alien regardless. :)
    puffinpokeon October 06, 2010   Link

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