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Rheostatics - Queer lyrics
You woke the wrecking yard hounds When you slammed the passenger side. Father watched you from the yard With his knuckles wrapped in ice. Now the screen door is still broken Since you kicked your Kodiaks through it. But we left the Christmas tree standing In case you turned around. Now I've heard you've got a good job Pitching had down in Salmon Arm. Maybe I'll hike there from the coast When the weather starts to warm. K.D. called on the weekend; She was crying on the telephone, 'Cause father said as far as he's concerned You've been stricken from our home. He's gone out of his head. (She's gone out of her head.) He's gone out of his head. (She's gone out of his head.) He's gone out of his head. Sometimes choices aren't so clear. Father raged like a soldier. He put his fist through the kitchen door When I said it would have been better if You had split on your own accord. I don't care about the damage, But I wish you were there to see it When I scored a hat-trick on the team That called you a fucking queer. Gonna find me another home. The things you'll never know. The things you'll never feel. The things you'll never see. The times you'll never know. |
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