All Aboard the Bus to Pineville

I've been walking through a thousand mines
I drew a poster of the astral time
I've been painting all the thoughts of God
I'm assured I'm a chosen one

All aboard the bus to Pineville
This is where we get our wings
Can't afford to dally, deary
They've got to teach us how to scream
(Aaahh)
Master master, no

I have seen all of the secret trails
It's hiding everything that's took to hell
Tell me more about the ties that bind
Only death allows you to unwind