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A rainbow tour bus winds upwards through a scenic turf warIf the kinetosis doesn't get you first, the will will willThe view from broken bottle make out spots is panoramicIf nostalgia hasn't slit my wrists this premonition will will willVolcanic dirt stains feet and won't wash out of clothing this iswhere your ashes should be strewn instead of some cold mainland suburbI'd say hello if I remembered how to find your headstoneIf Tantalus can't save us then a vigil never will will will willThe motor coach floats upwardsThen it's gone completelyTantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a busNow the skies are watching usTantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a busNow the skies are watching usTantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a busNow the skies are watching usTantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a busNow the skies are watching usTantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a busNow the skies are watching us Aus Songtexte Mania