I was born in a workhouse jamboree, in the mouth of a moose, through the ass of a goose,
from a residential school with a Mexican mule, on American soil in the dust bowl toil,
through a Rose Bowl parade into a penny arcade.
Fish eye grappa girl, my pet rat, hates the cat, my pet toad, pops on the road.
There’s a risk of death in a fish skin hat,
while passing my time in a supervised rejection site.
Just an eating, shitting, sleeping machine.
All it takes is an allegation to break you down.
Harleys and hammers, chain saws and chop saws, stereos blasting , no mufflers allowed in the sun.
Junior was a messenger from hell. "I'm a product of a long line of interbreeding," he so claimed.
His mistress was a pheasant girl in hiding. She caught him in the autumn of his days.
The priest spat a sermon at the sleepy congregation.
"There's trouble in the Bubble," he yelled.
Not many gave two bits about his riddles.
I will meet you on the other side of prosperity.
Politicians on the right, a guardrail on the left, your head squeezed between.
With a fish queen comes a cavalier Joe, the protector of turf wisdom in the family.
Stray chainsaw comeback kid.
It's an ankle sprain for freedom lashing out when ideology outweighs the facts.
I don't know what she said. I don't know.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. I don't know
Small change derange. I don't know.
Gaslight every night. I don't know.
A cry for help, tune you out. I don't know.
Gaslight every night. I don't know.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. I don't know
I don't know what she said. I don't know.
My heart goes out to you and all the things you do
Going up and down the stairs like you're going somewhere.
What could it be worth, protector of the turf.
A typewriter dream, words through a machine.
Hold your head up high in the firecracker sky.
Fragmented family, bitten by economy.
Years of inter breeding, selectively believing.
Come and wipe your hands, the dirt of your homeland.
It's a long and windy road, searching for the mother lode.
No measure of success, just pounding on your chest.
And all the world over, people lined up at the borders.
The blackbird of defense, the landlord seeking rent.
Resume the old attacks, ideas replace facts.
Resume the old attacks, ideas replace facts.
The fleeting beauty of today
arrived safe but could not stay.
Golden leaves burned in the sun,
fireworks on everyone.
The fleeting beauty of today
arrived safe but could not stay,
like a window tango.
When the novelty wears off
and you wake up in the trough,
under a nuclear threat,
could be your last cigarette,
in the frantic craze,
like a window tango.
Made a call to a friend,
just another old guy
waiting to die.
I can't face my face
it got so out of place,
like a window tango.
In the neon halls,
in the shopping mall,
heed the wrath of a man,
with a radical plan.
An evil fixation
like a window tango.
I'm a land locked man,
VI in the sand.
At the end of the rainbow
you'll be eating apple pie,
somewhere in Sointula,
like a window tango.
I'm leaving the homestead.
I'm off to the city.
Oh yeah.
I'm lost in the city.
I long for the country.
I'm waiting 'till Friday
when I'm back on the highway.
Oh yeah.
Where did it go ?
Forty years ago
you blinked your eye,
they passed you by.
It's a condo craze
in these gadget days.
I'm lost in the city.
I long for the country.
I'm waiting 'till Friday
when I'm back on the highway.
Oh yeah.
Trans Canada
through Manitoba.
Imagine that,
stuck in Medicine Hat.
The Fraser Valley haze,
gonna end your days.
I'm lost in the city.
I long for the country.
I'm waiting 'till Friday
when I'm back on the highway.
Oh yeah.
Fredericton flood,
Red River mud.
Urban sewer
at Younge and Bloor.
Hastings skid row,
off to Nanaimo.
I'm lost in the city.
I long for the country.
I'm waiting 'till Friday
when I'm back on the highway.
Oh yeah.
It's a nice grey rainy day
Keystone cupid
makes me look stupid
It's a nice grey rainy day
It's a brave blue world on this grey day
It's a brave blue world on this grey day
Another theory
a grand conspiracy
more medication
relax the nation
It's a brave blue world on this grey day
It's a brave blue world on this grey day
Choose your tune
tall tales loom
knife in the gutter
don't got no clutter
It's a brave blue world on this grey day
It's a brave blue world on this grey day
Blue blue blue
marching through
blue blue blue
A wooden craving
the late great Marvin
A plastic island
the size of Thailand
It's a brave blue world on this grey day
It's a brave blue world on this grey day
Life insurance
it's your assurance
grab the cash
dine and dash
It's a brave blue world on this grey day
It's a brave blue world on this grey day
The harvest moon hangs
The harvest moon hangs
Night time, said I'm lingering over you
red eye, sleep lies off in the tundra
The sirens on the shore
don't call out anymore
the wheat king in the mist
will lead the flock amiss
The harvest moon hangs
The harvest moon hangs
The stars align your fate
with heather on the grate
you turn another page
the restless wind of age
Grey shale, black veil, under the moonlight
crickets call, leaves fall, autumn regalia
The harvest moon hangs
The harvest moon hangs
Cider house folklore
with common threads of yore
there's charcoal on your face
as you stoke the fireplace
The harvest moon hangs
The harvest moon hangs
I got something to report, sir
no place to run, no place to go, no place to hide
The ship left the port, sir
you gotta get tough, call their bluff, it's not weird enough
Mission abort, sir
got no return, nothing was learned, we all got burned
All is well, until the plane goes down.
If you don't have regrets, you haven't lived up to your potential.
When there's a seahorse swimming by your window pane,
and the setting sun sets all day long,
when the lover in your attic serenades for you,
and they're exchanging cannon fire in the kitchen.
I've got my ticker tape and it don't sound great, I've been restored like an old dance floor,
walking round the track always looking back, in a time machine getting caught between
the left and right, the day and night,
in an hourglass I'm slipping past.
It's the Halloween bunny purple wagon train episode.
Writer's block ain't no shock when you're getting old and grey
Well I can't stay in touch cause I don't miss you that much
Out of order, all those grumpy hoarders
Cruel fumes are drifting past my window
Cruel fumes are drifting past
Death looms, I'm fading fast
Ava Santa Maria, some day I'll come back to see ya.
They say, loyalty doesn't matter when you end your career.
You climbed up the corporate ladder, lay back and have a beer.
Enjoy those golden years ... golden years.
Talk the talk, but don't walk the walk
Can't understand ya, all that propaganda
It was insane before, but I don't want anymore
Build a wall a million feet tall
Ava Santa Maria, some day I'll come back to see ya.
They say, loyalty doesn't matter when you end your career.
You climbed up the corporate ladder, lay back and have a beer.
Enjoy those golden years ... golden years.
Writer's block, it ain't no shock when you're getting old and grey
I'm on the edge of a cliff, the cruel fumes drift.
