Bus to beelzebub de Soul Coughing

Get on to the bus
that's gonna take you back to beelzebub
get on to the bus
that's gonna make you stop going rub a dub
Your words burn the air
like the names of candy bars
your mouth is cold and red
all in rings around your
laugh laughing laughs
It's a grind grind
it's a grind
it's a grind grind
I'll scratch you raw
l'etat c'est moi
i drink the drink
and i'm wall to wall
i absorb trust like a love rhombus
i feel i must elucidate
i ate the chump with guile
quadrilateral i was
now i warp like a smile
Yellow no. 5
yellow no. 5, 5, 5
Voulez-vous the bus?