Roam the line, run the course Those fiery eyes won't wait for luck Behind walls in a hostile nation The new stars of a constellation Oh Canada, waits on course You dick around, out of sorts Want to slow play with some hesitation And get lost in a conversation But you can't laugh You can't get on with Our lines, all recorded We tip and turn our hands our knife Oh take it off, take it easy Our types, hard forgiving We'll bait your trap I'll bite my tongue

Terrorize, but you're the tourist Lift the lines, and know the quotes The gaudy malls of our new vocation The heady words, no inspiration Hide in pools, mirrored stars Compound days will tear you apart The lost souls in hot desolation Want to get lost in a conversation But you can't laugh, you can't get on with Our lines, all recorded We tip and turn our hat our knife Take it off, take it easy Our types, hard forgiving We'll bait your trap, I'll bite my tongue