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Song: Little Bones
Artists: The Tragically Hip
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The Tragically Hip
Road Apples
Little Bones
It gets so sticky down here
Better butter the cue-finger up
It's the start of another new year
Better call the newspaper up
2.50 for a hi-ball
And a buck and a half for a beer
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

The long days of Shockley are gone
So is football Kennedy style
Famous last words taken all wrong
Wind up on the very same pile
2.50 for a decade
And a buck and a half for a year
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

I can cry, beg and whine
T'every rebel I find
Just to give me a line
I could use to discribe

They'd say, "Baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones."

So regal and decadent here
Coffin-cheaters dance on their graves
Music, all it's delicate fear
Is the only thing that don't change
2.50 for an eyeball
And a buck and a half an ear
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

Nothing's dead down here,just a little tired
They'd say, "Baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones."

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