Family Band - The Tragically Hip

I can’t smell a rat when it’s all rat

I can’t find one in an elevator

My mind doesn’t work so bad

But I am a poor exterminator

That’s right

I can’t destroy entirely

Or annihilate a little later

I can’t see the entire city

But I’m not a bad exterminator

I’m just a shade shy of true wickedness

I’m a shade shy of truly loving it, yeah

There are other things I’d rather be doing

Even nothing, even nothing, even nothing with you

One day I’ll make some honest rock and roll

Full of hand claps and gang vocals

I’m going to get all the children involved

We’re going to get lost on all you locals

We’ll be a shade shy of true wickedness

We’ll be a shade shy of truly loving this, yeah

There are other things we’d rather be doing, sure

Even nothing, even nothing, even nothing with you

We’ll load out through the snow

Through small groups of people smoking

Hey, get that kick drum loaded

Into the backseat folded down

We’ll go virtually unnoticed

What’s gripping the city ain’t hitting the town

We’ll be a shade shy of true wickedness

We’ll be a shade shy of truly loving it, yeah

There are other things that we’ll surely miss

We’ll load out through the snow

Through small groups of people smoking

Hey, get that kick drum loaded

Into the backseat folded down

We’ll go perfectly unnoticed

What’s gripping the city ain’t hitting the town