Lyric Looking For A Place To Happen

I ve got a job, I explore, I follow every little whiff
And I want my life to smell like this
To find a place, an ancient race
The kind you d like to gamble with
Where they d stamp on burning bags of shit.
Looking for a place to happen
making stops along the way

Wayward ho! Away we go,
It s a shame to leave this masterpiece
With it s gallery gods and it s garbage-bag trees
So I ll paint a scene, from memory,
so I d know who murdered me
It s a vain pursuit, but it helps me to sleep
Looking for a place to happen
making stops along the way

Jacques Cartier, right this way,
I ll put your coat up on the bed
Hey man you ve got a real bum s eye for clothes
And come on in, sit right down,
no you re not the first to show
We ve all been here since, God, who knows?
Looking for a place to happen,
making stops along the way.