the tragically hip
putting down
Held a bird's egg between her breasts There's reasons for the road, I guess To document the indigenous, To paint and sketch Paint and sketch I'm starting to fail to be impressed.  United state of ricochet From the boardwalk to the Appian way The diamond files, the corporate raves You'd practically kill Not to be afraid And I'm starting to choke On the things I say. Putting down.I'm putting down. I'm putting down. I'm putting down.I'm putting down. I'm putting down. I'm putting down.I'm putting down. I'm putting down.  Browbeaten out from underneath your dress The documented indigenous civilization Flipped its desk You know the rest, there is no rest And I'm starting to fail to know what's best.  Putting down.I'm putting down. I'm putting down. I'm putting down.I'm putting down. I'm putting down. I'm putting down.I'm putting down. I'm putting down.