Paroles de The Canadian Brought Us Snow

The canadian brought us snow and lucky strikes for john to smoke A thursday night with powercuts, in mountain socks, burning books We watched the jetsons for too long -saw robots in our sleep Naval lights from amsterdam through the kettle steam The jesus glow of calor gas illuminates the frosted glass The windowsill, a battle scene of airfix kits and disney queens Born too early, wake up too late Minds of chomsky but low birth weight Sleeping beside, treat us like eggs Box-jellyfish light; tinsel legs