| i’m living up in Canada, and i’m Canadian
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| Scottish Canadian with opportunity
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| i could have been a manager of a brewery
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| making beer for everyone but most of all for me my father was a soda jerk, my mom an office clerk
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| but neither one of those was good enough for me i could have moved into the hill, and ran a few stills
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| and made a fortune selling hooch beyond the law
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| pour decisions, a punk musician just ain’t as cute at 53
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| i used to be a lumberjack, and i’m ok with that
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| i wore suspenders, little panties, and a bra
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| i used to be a socialist, a sort of communist
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| now i’m a pessimist and i don’t care at all
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| i could have been a minister, a holy predator
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| a man of faith you really wouldn’t want to meet
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| perhaps a Scientologist, just as a hobbyist
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| and start a cult that’s turning people into sheep
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| pour decisions, a punk musician just ain’t as cute at 53
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| i have forsaken money makin'
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| yeah, you still wish you were me |