The Dream Is Gone - Os Mutantes

Roam the line, run the course

Those fiery eyes won’t wait for luck

Behind walls in a hostile nation

The new stars of a constellation

Oh Canada, waits on course

You dick around, out of sorts

Want to slow play with some hesitation

And get lost in a conversation

But you can’t laugh You can’t get on with

Our lines, all recorded

We tip and turn our hands our

Knife Oh take it off, take it easy

Our types, hard forgiving

We’ll bait your trap I’ll bite my tongue

Terrorize, but you’re the tourist

Lift the lines, and know the quotes

The gaudy malls of our new vocation

The heady words, no inspiration

Hide in pools, mirrored stars

Compound days will tear you apart

The lost souls in hot desolation

Want to get lost in a conversation

But you can’t laugh, you can’t get on with Our lines, all recorded

We tip and turn our hat our knife

Take it off, take it easy

Our types, hard forgiving

We’ll bait your trap

I’ll bite my tongue