Devil's Creek Lyrics - Failed States - Propagandhi

Take me back to those sweltering summer days. 

Bike down the gravel road to the creek outside the base. 

Sun on skinny arms, chin on knobby knees. 

Squatting in the cool of the rotting of the reeds. 

Enveloping. 

No one here but me. 

Never understood the other kids. 

The adults even less. 

So I hung out by myself 

In a backroad drainage ditch. 

I called it Devil's Creek 

So it wouldn't seem so sad. 

When you can't have what you want, 

You learn to want what you have. 

These adaptive preferences 

Have their way with you. Shape world events. 

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In the wake of an ancient, shallow late Cretaceous sea 

Just this side of a clay-packed extinction boundary 

A biome breathing, buzzing, humming in the heat. 

If I seem like I'm somewhere else, it's Devil's Creek. 

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