The Rules — текст песни (Tragically Hip)

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 casuality of though it`s the rules it`s the rules superfarmer`s bent on the cover of time the moralist screams 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 says this vacuum`s guaranteed it could suck an ancient virus from the sea it could put the dog out of a job could make the traffic stop so little thoughs can safely get across it`s the rules it`s the rules guaranteed or not it`s the rules