Looking For A Place To Happen

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 like to gamble with

Where they'd stamp on burning bags of shit

Looking for a place to happen

Making stops along the way, hey

Wayward, ho, away we go

To shame to leave this masterpiece

With it's gallery gods and its garbage bag trees

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, hey

Looking for a place to happen

Making stops along the way, 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 bum's eye for clothes

And come on in, sit right down

Now, 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

I'll put your coat up on the bed

Hmm, you've got a real bum's eye for clothes

Come on in, sit right down