Текст (слова) песни: Tragically Hip, The - The Rules
Legs scream at bikes and bikes scream at trucks And motorists curse their lousy luck Crossing Guard`s not doing his job And traffic`s not about to stop for the first casualty of thought It`s the rules It`s the rules
Superfarmer`s bent on the cover of Time The Moralists scream he`s all mine So the Bard isn`t doing her job The vacuum night the darkest rites The small quarantined thoughts It`s the rules It`s the rules
Salesman said this vacuum`s guaranteed It could suck an ancient virus from the sea It could put the dog out of a job Could make traffic stop so little thoughts Can safely get across It`s the rules It`s the rules Guaranteed or not It`s the rules
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