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Şarkı Sözleri 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, ancient race, the kind you'd like to gamble with Where they'd stamp on burning bags of shit Lookin' for a place to happen, makin' stops along the way Wayward, away we go, it's a shame to leave this masterpiece With it's gallery gods and it's garbage-bag trees So I'll paint a scene from memory, so I'd know who murdered me It's a vain pursuit but it helps me sleep Lookin' for a place to happen, makin' stops along the way Lookin' for a place to happen, makin' stops along the way Lookin' for a place to happen, makin' stops along the way 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, no you're not the first to show We've all been here since, God, who knows Lookin' for a place to happen, makin' stops along the way Lookin' for a place to happen, makin' stops along the way Jacques Cartier, right this way, I'll put your coat up on the bed You've got a real bum's eye for clothes Come on in, sit right down We've all been here since, God, who knows