Testi musica canzoni

i've got a job, i explore, i follow every little whiff and i want my life to smell like this yo 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 wo 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