The New Pornographers - Letter from an Occupant Lyrics

I'm told the eventual downfall
Is just a bill from the restaurant
You told me I could order the moon, babe
Just as long as I shoot what I want

What the last ten minutes have taught me
Bet the hand that your money's on
Where the Hell have the '70s brought me?
You trade me away, long gone

For the love of a god, you said
Not a letter from an occupant

The time that your enemy gives you
Good times are not the ones you want
I've cried five rivers on the way here
Which one will you skate away on?

The tune you'll be humming forever
All the words are replaced and wrong
With a shower of "yeahs" and "whatevers"
You trade me away, long gone

For the love of a god, you said
Not a letter from an occupant

Where've all sensations gone?
Where've all sensations gone?
Where've all sensations gone?
Where've all sensations gone?

For the love of a god, you said
Not a letter from an occupant

For the love of a god, you said
Not a letter from an occupant

For the love of a god, you said
Not a letter from an occupant

The song, the song, the song that's shakin' me
The song, the song, the song that's shakin' me
The song, the song, the song that's shakin' me
The song, the song, the song that's shakin' me

For the love of a god, you said
Not a letter from an occupant

For the love of a god, you said
Not a letter from an occupant