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I've got a job
I explore
I follow every little whiff
And i want my smell
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
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 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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