Patient Is a Virtue

I'll be on this bus tomorrow

I'll be on this bus today

Don't know where or in which direction

only the driver knows his way

I can't believe why I'm troubling my senses;

there's no way out

I'm on seat number 60 now

maybe one day I'll sit in front

since one man's meat's another man's poison

Noblesse oblige so you guess what comes

Turn the other cheek, when they hurt you deep

and when a friend of yours gets busted

you look away

they can tie your hands and get in your pants

claim they'll make you bleed tomorrow

you should realise you live today

And i cry myself to sleep now

knowing that you're not here

and i force myself to sleep now

cos never in my worst nightmare did i show any fear

because I turned my other cheek when they hurt me deep

but I'm driving my own bus now

going my own way

When clubs are trumps

and money buys guns

never put off till tomorrow

all that you can do today