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 s___

Looking for a place to happen
Making stops along the way, hey

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

Looking for a place to happen
Making stops along the way
Looking for a place to happen
Making stops along the way, hey
Hey, hey

Looking for a place to happen
Making stops along the way, hey

Jacques Cartier, right this way
I'll put your coat up on the bed
Hey man you've got a real b__'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, hey
Looking for a place to happen
Making stops along the way, hey

Jacques Cartier, right this way
Oh I'll put your coat up on the bed
You got a real b__'s eye for clothes
And come on in, sit right down
We've all been here since God...

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