作词 : Peter Helmis/Matt Bergman/Joseph Reinhart
 作曲 : Peter Helmis/Matt Bergman/Joseph Reinhart
I'm not doubting the way it feels to cruise the streets at night on training wheels
But when your helmet starts to pinch, you know it's time to call it quits
You are a parody on parade
So engrossed in your own joke that you forgot to laugh
And there's something bittersweet about that
Now you've got a bunch of innocent people
Riding the Chinatown bus around and you're the captain
No air, no AC
Most of your passengers were just walking down the street when they were captured
And it's all about climbing into a paper bag and finding your way out
If you never tried to sell yourself short chances are you can breathe independently
Iron lungs are no fun, are they?
After hours of nothing, nothing is biting because your bait is rotten
Waiting in line to become an item