I've got a job, I explore, I follow every little whiff And I want my life to smell like this To find a place, an ancient race The kind you'd like to gamble with Where they'd stamp on burning bags of shit. Looking for a place to happen Making stops along the way
Wayward ho! Away we go, It's a shame to leave this masterpiece With its' gallery gods and its' garbage-bag trees So I'll paint a scene, from memory, So I'd know who murdered me It's a vain pursuit, but it helps me to sleep Looking for a place to happen Making stops along the way
Jacques Cartier, right this way, I'll put your coat up on the bed Hey man you've got a real bum's eye for clothes And come on in, sit right down, No you're not the first to show We've all been here since, God, who knows? Looking for a place to happen, Making stops along the way.
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