Текст песни: Looking For A Place To Happen + перевод

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

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?

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