The Luxury - The Tragically Hip

Zoo Lion sobers up and starts to scream and shout

A little dose of home fire got him all smoothed out

Melancholy wine soaked tenderness

She hated it here, oh she couldn’t care less

Prison yard stares and fleur-de-lis tattoos

Cannibals are saving all their bones for soup

Eating with my fingers and sucking hulls of ships

My parasite don’t deserve no better than this

The Golden Rim Motor Inn

Soft water and colour TV

Oh so consumed with the shape I’m in

I can’t enjoy the luxury

The luxury

She says, «Why are you partial to that Playboy con?

When you can see me naked any time you want?»

If I had loads of money to make me tame and sour

I could pay you to remind of my baby by the hour

Zoo Lion sobers up and starts to scream and shout

A little dose of home fire got him all smoothed out

If this is where it all starts getting good

Then I’ll be here waiting for you like I said I would

The Golden Rim Motor Inn

Soft water and colour TV

Oh so consumed with the shape I’m in

I can’t enjoy the luxury

The luxury

The luxury