BITTER CORE (the Q14 bus drivers in Flushing)

Can’t do the job, must close the door

See them running, foot hits the floor

The wait I make, is up to me

Guidelines ignored, it sets me free

The fare don’t care, the readers are broke

I’m called unfair, bare hands I’ll choke

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Bitter Pill

Fucking bore

Daily grind

Bitter core

Skipping stops, running lights

Crunching cars, starting fights

Union wars, dead end pay

City suffers, another day

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LEAD

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