Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Whitehorse
Performer
Luke Doucet
Lead Vocals
Melissa McClleland
Lead Vocals
Burke Carroll
Pedal Steel Guitar
John Obercian
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Doucet
Songwriter
Melissa McClleland
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luke Doucet
Producer
Stephen Koszler
Recording Engineer
Nik Kozub
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
We up and flew the coop way out to Manitoba
September 1981
My mother found herself some kind of trouble
Some unspeakable thing that she had done
Then along comes one tall, dark, and handsome stranger
Miss, it don’t matter what you did
Then my brother JD, he appeared that winter
His neck as long as fifteen other kids
Now there’s a point at which I’m gonna make shit up
When the truth starts boring me to tears
But so far, I’ll just stick to simple facts
'Cause I ain’t had to make shit up in years
We grew up not knowing we were extra-terrestrials
Fell out of the coldest Northern Lights
With our ticks and our kinks and our crazy mama
Well, everything's gonna be all right
Now there’s a point at which I’m gonna make shit up
When the truth starts boring me to tears
But so far, I’ll just stick to simple facts
'Cause I ain’t had to make shit up in years
It ain’t pretty but that’s how this cookie crumbles
And I do now and then at the thought of it
Well, it’s funny once the murky water passes under
Underneath the old Maryland bridge
Now there’s a point at which I’m gonna make shit up
When the truth starts boring me to tears
But so far, I’ll just stick to simple facts
'Cause I ain’t had to make shit up in years
No, I ain’t had to make it up in years
Written by: Luke Doucet, Melissa McClleland

