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 it`s gallery gods and it`s 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.