stare and stare across the aisle at the necktie he wears people steppin' up diggin' for the fare a lady standing and no one even cares we're all just ridin' with our nose in the air another stop on the bus some people boardin' a different color than us they hate to mingle but no one makes a fuss the thing about it there's no one here we can trust of all the sunday times of preachin' where are the folks the script's been reachin' they're hard to find like its a crime to do good and brotherhood seems no one will and the only thrill is doin' bad its kinda sad so all i'm trying to say is what a way to waste the day the black and the ofay work the same job for the pay but it seems here lately we have nothin' to say