the tragically hip
the bastard
If you ask me how I knew, I saw you. I had a bird's-eye view of a bird's-eye View when I saw you. I saw you not as you think,  Simply just as you. I saw you And all of this augers well Even though it's presaging pell-mell. All of it augers well.  The bastard of it being, having to choose Then you turned all Billy Sunday, shoutin' "Philadelphia for Christ and Christ for Philadelphia,"  As the sun groomed the plane with crepuscular rays. When I saw you And all of this augers well. Even so, it's presaging pell-mell. And all of it augers well.  The bastard being, having to choose Between a flickering fuse and power Beyond what you use Never mind us purple Italians,  Never mind that pool in the mountains Victory came and went On winged elephants. I saw you. And all of this augers well  Even though, even so it's Presaging pell-mell. All of it augers well This is the bastard  The bastard of it being: having to choose