[NOT DONE] Going 140 on the 401 The cop lights flash me down outside Kingston The officer said "Son, I'm just like you Try to ease up and pass on through" I'm shifting in the customs line My suitcase is full of shitty dutch wine She hears the bottles rattle and clink Waves me through with a knowing wink My shopping cart won't fit any more Thoughtlessly, I walk right through the door The clerk said you don't look like a thief I'll let it slide if you pay me next week
I'm sick and scared of living downtown With the disenfranchised volatile crowd The bank man said he could sell us a loan For a no-money-down suburban home (What could go wrong?) Well the cop, the nurse, the fire brigade When i break down, they all come to my aid It don't matter just how deep I get stuck Someone arrives to pick me right up
When other blokes get tossed in the clink I sneak by to frolic and drink Some say it's because I'm clever .... or nice But that's just code for privileged and white So if you're of the less fortunate end Man up and oppress somebody else Think, any generation will do Someone will fix the game for you
[slow] But a storm has come, there's a flood rushing in It's up to my neck and it's through to my skin Keep your head down, everything's fine Don't worry about yours, I got what's mine They say the auctioneer, he's manning a raft He's calling out the oars and the mast If I can bid the other guy down I will sail home, the rest can drown
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