The Tragically Hip - Looking for a Place to Happen | Текст песни

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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, hey

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, hey
Looking for a place to happen
Making stops along the way, hey

Looking for a place to happen
Making stops along the way, hey

Jacques Cartier, right this way
I'll put your coat up on the bed
Hey, man, you've got the 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, hey
Looking for a place to happen
Making stops along the way, hey

Jacques Cartier, right this way
I'll put your coat up on the bed
You've got the real bum's eye for clothes
And come on in, sit right down
We've all been here since, God, who knows?

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