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
With something we could no longer contain

It's boring (boring), I'm embarrassed (embarrassed of it)
I don't endorse that (slammed in my face), I didn't want this

This house it has it politics
Over there that's my room
And that's my sister
And that's my sister
With something we could no longer contain

It's boring (boring), I'm embarrassed (embarrassed of it)
I don't endorse that (slammed in my face), I didn't want this

It's horrific (boring), I'm embarrassed (embarrassed of it)
I din't want that (slammed in my face), I didn't want this

It's like we burned our boots with no contingency plan

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Gordon Downie, Gordon Sinclair, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Robert Baker