Mist - Protest The Hero

About a gunshot away there’s a place that I long to be —

Tippin' bottles with me old cock

When the shit’s all said and sorted, I plan to settle down and stay —

One middle finger to the landlocked

From the first time boatin' or there’s not too much I can recall

I kissed a plastic cod and drank rum till I was friggered

I decided then and there that I’d return, even if I had to crawl

Something outside was broken and something inside me, triggered

It’s a long ride home, but it’s always my destination

It’s a long ride home

If the sun bursts apart at the end of the world, I don’t think I will give a

damn

As long as I’m surrounded by friends and pints in goddamned Newfoundland

So here’s to Newfoundland

I breathed a sigh of relief the next time steppin' off the plane

It’d been a long, hard, vapid winter

Johnny and the boys were waiting there ready to explain

They weren’t there to drive us, just a welcome back to the Island

So we taxied to the venue to prepare for the night to sweep

Slept in the back room until the India showed up

When we finally took the stage, it shifted beneath our feet

We stood on the shoulders of proud Newfoundlanders

I think it bears repeating

I think it bears repeating

I think it bears repeating that no one buckled under

We all got bit by the cod that we all kissed

It left an infection in our lips and a longing in the mist

You’re as deep as the grave, and you’re marching to the heartbeat of the land

You’re as deep as the grave, and you’re marching to the heartbeat of the land

Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B’y.

Not by birth, but in my heart.

Yes,

I be a Newfoundlander B’y

Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B’y.

Not by birth, but in my heart.

Yes,

I be a Newfoundlander B’y

You’re as deep as the grave, and you’re marching to the heartbeat of the land

You’re as deep as the grave, and you’re marching to the heartbeat of the land