Lyrics

It was handsome at the auction Oh, but when we got it home It grew up into Something we could no longer contain Where's our pigeon camera? By now he could be anywhere And after all that training And after all that training (And after all that training) It was something we could no longer contain (We could no longer contain) It's boring (Boring) I'm embarrassed (Embarassed of this) I don't endorse that (Slammed in my face) I didn't want this This house, it has its politics Over there, that's my room And that's my sister And that's my sister (And that's my sister) Was something we could no longer contain (We could no longer contain) It's boring (It's boring) I'm embarrassed (Embarrased of this) I don't endorse that (Slammed in my face) I didn't want this (Boring) It's horrific (Boring) I'm embarrassed (Embarrassed of this) I didn't want that (Slammed in my face) I didn't want this It's like we burned our boots With no contingency plan
Writer(s): Gordon Downie, Robert Baker, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Gordon Sinclair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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