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