We do not want to buy the water that you want to sell
We get our water from the artesian well
Olympia is sprinkled with music and organic crops
Sprinkled with philosophers, and co-ops
Come take a ride on this ship against the tide
This storm will subside and turn into raindrops
Bus number 420, on the 41 Bus line
Olympia Washington, everything appears to be fine
'Til you go down to city hall where the people of the well
Are treated like creatures who belong in hell
And the dishwashers who make fourth avenue great are treated like living mops
You do not want to get caught breaking unjust laws by the gang known as the Olympian cops
Bus number 420, on the 41 Bus line
Olympia Washington, everything appears to be fine
The Window Smashing Job Creators - Bus #420 Lyrics
The Window Smashing Job Creators - Bus #420 Lyrics
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We do not want to buy the water that you want to sell
We get our water from the artesian well
Olympia is sprinkled with music and organic crops
Sprinkled with philosophers, and co-ops
Come take a ride on this ship against the tide
This storm will subside and turn into raindrops
Bus number 420, on the 41 Bus line
Olympia Washington, everything appears to be fine
'Til you go down to city hall where the people of the well
Are treated like creatures who belong in hell
And the dishwashers who make fourth avenue great are treated like living mops
You do not want to get caught breaking unjust laws by the gang known as the Olympian cops
Bus number 420, on the 41 Bus line
Olympia Washington, everything appears to be fine
We get our water from the artesian well
Olympia is sprinkled with music and organic crops
Sprinkled with philosophers, and co-ops
Come take a ride on this ship against the tide
This storm will subside and turn into raindrops
Bus number 420, on the 41 Bus line
Olympia Washington, everything appears to be fine
'Til you go down to city hall where the people of the well
Are treated like creatures who belong in hell
And the dishwashers who make fourth avenue great are treated like living mops
You do not want to get caught breaking unjust laws by the gang known as the Olympian cops
Bus number 420, on the 41 Bus line
Olympia Washington, everything appears to be fine
Writer: Comrade Space
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