123 - Bus to Babylon lyrics

I was sitting in a big chain coffee shop Reading magazines about cla**ic rock Wishing for a love When the big one dropped Now it's a thing of the past I was laid off in a basement in Arkansas Living off [?] and apricots Dreaming of a girl but her face was lost Now it's a thing of the past So i'll just ride on Fueling up the bus till Babylon All the pretty girls are dead and gone And just a thing of the past I finally met a girl near Lafayette With an automatic weapon pointed at my head She said "it's you or me baby" And I do regret That she's a thing of the past Now i'm riding in a burn bus made of scrap Ripping through the desert like mad max Automatic weapon sitting on my lap Dude, im a thing of the past So i'll just ride on Fueling up the bus till Babylon All the pretty girls are dead and gone And just a thing of the past From the Malibu shores of broken gla** To the self sustained south new jersey gra** There's a loneliness clapping down a second land Only things of the past There's a small child crying in a field somewhere Tugging at a tuft of her mothers hair Looking on a world that's dark but there It's a thing of the past So i'll just ride on Fueling up the bus till Babylon All the pretty girls are dead and gone And just a thing of the past So i'll just ride on Humming on a verse of a dealers song Till every drop of gasoline is gone And i'm a thing of the past Yeah I'm a thing of the past Yeah i'm at thing, I'm a thing of the past