Bob drives taxis when the meter runs
Bobby hears the music when it's done
He hears the voices
He hears the voices
Wheels on rain, lightning from the storm
Bobby takes the gas
Pedal to the floor
The voices
He hears the voices
Refrain:
Coming from the traffic,
Coming from the cube
Like the cry of babies
Passing through a tube
Voices run inside you
Jill breathes carbon trailing from the bus, it's like
Staring in the eyes of Lazarus
The voices
She hears the voices
Like a starving whisper no one ever heard
Like an epileptic hummingbird
The voices
She hears the voices
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