Текст:
Late afternoon, another day is nearly done
A darker grey is breaking through a lighter one
A thousand sharpened elbows in the underground
That hollow hurried sound
Of feet on polished floor
And in the dollar store
The clerk is closing up
And counting Lunies trying not to say
"I hate Winnipeg"
The driver checks the mirror seven minutes late
The crowded rider's restlessness annunciates
The Guess Who sucked The Jets were lousy anyway
The same route everyday
And in the turning lane
Someone stalled again
He's talking to himself
And hears the price of gas repeat his phrase
"I hate Winnipeg"
And up above us all
Leaning into sky
A golden business boy
Will watch the north and die
And sing "I love this town"
Then let his arching wrecking ball proclaim
"IhateWinnipeg"
A darker grey is breaking through a lighter one
A thousand sharpened elbows in the underground
That hollow hurried sound
Of feet on polished floor
And in the dollar store
The clerk is closing up
And counting Lunies trying not to say
"I hate Winnipeg"
The driver checks the mirror seven minutes late
The crowded rider's restlessness annunciates
The Guess Who sucked The Jets were lousy anyway
The same route everyday
And in the turning lane
Someone stalled again
He's talking to himself
And hears the price of gas repeat his phrase
"I hate Winnipeg"
And up above us all
Leaning into sky
A golden business boy
Will watch the north and die
And sing "I love this town"
Then let his arching wrecking ball proclaim
"IhateWinnipeg"
