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Bad Creek Bad Creek

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I stood at a bus stop past the end of the day A blood-red Routemaster pulled up into the bay I handed my fare to an unseen face I look at my ticket, this must be the wrong place I try to get off so I ring the bell But there’s no returns and the next stop’s Hell Now I ride this ghost bus to the end of the line I will ride it alone until the end of time It waits forever at a red traffic light It’s a bus route that only runs at night This bus never stops, no one else gets on The ride is lonely and the ride is long I’ve bought myself a ticket that never gets checked There’s just me and the driver no one to inspect It’s colder on this bus than it was outdoors And there’s chicken bones all over the floor I can’t see out the windows but there’s nothing to see There is standing room only but the seats are all free We pull into the depot at the gates of Hell There’s a strong smell of diesel and of sulphur as well I guess this is the place that I need to get off But the windows are misted and the doors are locked Even on this bus drivers need to retire I didn’t apply for it but I’m the new hire Now I drive this ghost bus to the end of the line I will drive this ghost bus to the end of time I drive it past bus stops where nobody waits I drive it past bus stops where it’s always late But one day somebody will put out their hand And get a one-way ticket that won’t go where they planned He, who drives the ghost bus He, who drives the ghost bus He, who drives the ghost bus He, who drives the ghost bus