Bus #420

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