MIRAGE

VERSE 1

Beaverbank born boy i'm a skater
Back in the day I used to rip my ramp and grind to slayer
With my best friend Paul and all those naysayers
Can kiss my ass I still thrash 20 years later

I used to ride a gator and Paul a Mike McGill
His style was unconventional  but the bastard had some ill skills
Rollin down the hill - or bashing out some beat box
Fuck the weak jocks Paulie ollie  their petite cocks


like Jello Biafra in that phone box in Portland
I bet that now they're dealing donuts down at Tim Hortons
Last laugh's on you motherfuckers tell me who's the sucker?
Y'all still living in Sackville and stuffin yer mother after supper?

You see me I'm what ya call a free thinker
But you bought the whole damn basket hook line and sinker
Think fast or sink last you only get one shot 'fore your dead
You gonna wait for the sunspots or put a gunshot in your head?

HOOK:

I got a feeling that I
Won't die under no blue sky
There's no why or because
This is just a mirage

VERSE 2

Remember rippin out the reefers after school man?
You used to play the drums on rusty old paint cans
Pullin out the stops, we thought that we were shit hot
Smokin in the tool shed tryin not to get caught

Whatever happened to the innocence we had then?
We used to think that we were so frikin rad when
We caught a glimpse of Chrissy in her bra through her bedroom window...
Even though she was a bimbo!

And I think sometimes it's such a shame
We hardly ever see each other since I moved to Spain
It's never been the same, I guess that I'm to blame
I never paid enough attention I was dealing with my own pain

But anyway we'll get to play another day I know
One of these days I'll come to see you in that west-coast snow
We'll drink a brewskie and laugh about the time
You got so high on acid that I thought you'd lost your mind