Titanic Terrarium - The Tragically Hip

Growin' up in a biosphere

No respect for bad weather

There’s still roaches and ants in here

So resourceful and clever

Her great grandfather saw the future

Didn’t know nothin' bout panic

He certainly prob’ly thought

That it was unthinkable

Trace of mint waftin' in from the north

So we don’t fuck with the four-oh-one

It’s bigger than us and larger than we bargained

I guess it’s just not done

His great grandfather worked for Goodyear

He’d see the blimp on Sunday

I wonder what the driver knew

About making rubber tires

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Submarines out there under the ice

Avoidin' and courtin' collision

An accident’s sometimes the only way

To worm our way back to bad decisions

My great grandfather was a welder

He helped build the Titanic

He certainly didn’t think

That it was unsinkable

Building up to the larger point

With an arrogance not rare or pretty

We don’t declare the war on idleness

When outside it’s cold and shitty

We stay inside and try and conjure the fathers

Of the injured and fakin'

If there’s a glory in miracles, it’s that they’re reversible

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