Tricked and double-crossed,
I'm here in disbelief,
recalling Jack, and the boss,
and the obscure mission brief.
It was madness, pure stupid,
but it was her head or mine.
My choices were lucid,
I accepted the crime.
What else could I say?
If I'm not guilty, I'm dead.
I told her to stay
and then bludgeoned her head.
Jack wrapped up her body;
dumped it down a ravine.
Then you showed up, and oddly,
Jack was nowhere to be seen.
I'm not crazy, you know.
I drive all the time.
Not once have I shown
a hint of my crime.
My passengers love me,
they call me the best.
A true bus devotee,
but they don't know the rest.
My boss-man, he ordered
such terrible tasks, then.
I committed his horrors
in hopes he wont ask them.
I once killed a dog,
on strict orders, of course.
Once its sad eyes fogged,
I nearly died with remorse.
For now, bear with me,
I'll help you guys out.
For now, just believe
I'm not the one you should doubt.
...
That's ten years ago,
when I thought you could care
about a misled man
and his offer so fair.
While I was locked away,
countless more died.
You couldn't just say:
"Oh, give it a try"
Instead, you kept me here,
while boss-man ran amok.
All those lives you held dear...
well, that really must suck.
My time here is paid.
I have but one thing to say.
I'll warn you, be afraid;
the bus comes by today.