Took a trip on a bus that I didn't know
Met a girl selling drinks at the disco
The truth comes back when you let it go
Seems complicated 'cause it's really so simple
Walking down Yonge Street on a Friday
Can't follow them, gotta do it my way
No fast lanes, still on the highway
Moving in and out, no doubt there's a brighter day
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No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up, ah-ah
Check out the crabs in the bucket
(repeat)
It's like flies on the windscreen writing on walls
Square these clones claim they're having a ball
Blaming themselves just before last call
Tic-a-tic-a-toc, tic-a-tic-a-toc
Clock strikes twelve, clock strikes one
Smoking Gun put these fools on the run
I know it's not that simple, I know it's not that hard
Where to go
Chorus
Rap:
You know what I mean? Yeah, I heard ya, man.
Yo check it out:
It's a conniption fit in the microphone lit
I take it higher like a bird on a wire,
Retire the fire, I never, 'cause I'm just movin' on up,
Choosin' to touch the unseen, cravin' to clutch
The most inevitable legible pyromania,
Slayin' the devil and sending him back to Transylvania.
Strangely enough I uphold that side of the ghetto
From my heavy metal, will settle the puppets like Gepetto
Damn, if mirrors were created by sand,
Then I'm looking in the water for reflections of man.
Understand the minds above time when it's empty
MC, Tragically Hip "Ahead By A Century"
Chorus
