The Rules — текст песни (Tragically Hip, The)

Legs scream at bikes and bikes scream at trucks
And motorists curse their lousy luck
Crossing Guard`s not doing his job
And traffic`s not about to stop for the first casualty of thought
It`s the rules
It`s the rules

Superfarmer`s bent on the cover of Time
The Moralists scream he`s all mine
So the Bard isn`t doing her job
The vacuum night the darkest rites
The small quarantined thoughts
It`s the rules
It`s the rules

Salesman said this vacuum`s guaranteed
It could suck an ancient virus from the sea
It could put the dog out of a job
Could make traffic stop so little thoughts
Can safely get across
It`s the rules
It`s the rules
Guaranteed or not
It`s the rules