I) After the Great Toronto Plague of 1998
Fake your death. Plant a bomb. A note with a dental record. Move Away. Dublin's calling. Reserve a Euroticket today.
This life is boring me. I knew it ever since thirteen.
Fake your death. Drive your Pinto to a pier on Lake Michigan. Jump a train. Watch your Pinto on the pier burst into flames.
I'll fake my death.
"Man, he's so punk. Writes his own 'zine. Does basement shows. Plays in three bands; and he still finds time to love his Mom's wallet." - Coffee House Leech
Thought Industry - Pinto Award in Literature Lyrics
Thought Industry - Pinto Award in Literature Lyrics
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I) After the Great Toronto Plague of 1998
Fake your death. Plant a bomb. A note with a dental record. Move Away. Dublin's calling. Reserve a Euroticket today.
This life is boring me. I knew it ever since thirteen.
Fake your death. Drive your Pinto to a pier on Lake Michigan. Jump a train. Watch your Pinto on the pier burst into flames.
I'll fake my death.
"Man, he's so punk. Writes his own 'zine. Does basement shows. Plays in three bands; and he still finds time to love his Mom's wallet." - Coffee House Leech
Fake your death. Plant a bomb. A note with a dental record. Move Away. Dublin's calling. Reserve a Euroticket today.
This life is boring me. I knew it ever since thirteen.
Fake your death. Drive your Pinto to a pier on Lake Michigan. Jump a train. Watch your Pinto on the pier burst into flames.
I'll fake my death.
"Man, he's so punk. Writes his own 'zine. Does basement shows. Plays in three bands; and he still finds time to love his Mom's wallet." - Coffee House Leech
Writer: BRENT LEE OBERLIN
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management