Lyrics:

This is the second track and second single off of Filter’s 2002 album “The Amalgamut”
Last seat on the bus
Who you gonna trust?
Which one do you follow?
Last seat on the bus
Don't make such a fuss
This much should make you hollow
Because every time you make yourself the reason
Is every time you make yourself beaten, yeah

(Yeah)
This is an
American cliche
American, American
(Get on the bus)
(Yeah)
This is a
American cliche
American, American
(Get on the bus)

First seat on the bus
Who you gonna trust?
Which one do you may follow?
First seat on the bus
(First seat on the bus)
Don't make such a fuss
(Don't make such a fuss)
Which one do you make hollow?
Now every time you make your friend the reason
And every time you make your friend the beaten, yeah

(Yeah)
This is an
American cliche
American, American
(Get on the bus)
(Yeah)
This is a
American cliche
American, American
(Get on the bus)

You want a way to be the same
You want a way to be the same
You want a way to be the same
Oh no
God?
God?
God?
God?
God?
God?
Yeah
Yeah