Relax, trembling peacock
No, I wasn't born to rock
Oh, I was just plain born
And then I kind of grew and then, well
Vancouver made me, I guess it's true
Sired to the House of Lords
These days they call them "Coop Boards"
And now it's in my royal blood
To vote and vote and vote and vote
On things that never change
Gods give and gods give our gifts away

Settle down, trembling peacock
No, I wasn't sent to rock you
Oh, I just kind of came
And then I withdrew and then, well
I guess the rest of you already knew
Sired to the House of Lords
On the day they declared it bankrupt and
Now conquered lands pay tribute to the shifts of your skirt
Children at play get hurt
And wars are won from a foxhole

The inner world of a dove is complex, I'm telling you
Lovers of the air, beware
But for us it's real simple
Look, shot through with arrows
A chest full of sparrows
Gonna show you the way to my heart

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Daniel Bejar