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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