A rainbow tour bus winds upwards through a scenic turf war If your kinetosis doesn't get you first, the white guilt will will will The view from broken bottle make out spots is panoramic If nostalgia hasn't slit my wrists this premonition will will will Volcanic dirt stains feet and won't wash out of clothing this is Where your ashes should be strewn instead of some cold mainland suburb I'd say hello if I remembered how to find your headstone If Tantalus can't save us then a vigil never will will will will The motor coach floats upwards Then it's gone completely Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus Now the skies are watching us Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus Now the skies are watching us Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus Now the skies are watching us Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus Now the skies are watching us Tantalus, Tantalus, we are tourists on a bus Now the skies are watching us