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
Pigeon Camera Video (MV)
Performed By: Hip Tragically
Written by: Gordon Downie, Gordon Sinclair, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Robert Baker
Hip Tragically - Pigeon Camera Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Gordon Downie, Gordon Sinclair, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Robert Baker
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing