It

Album cover art for "It" by Rheostatics

Rheostatics - Pop

It

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A train moving out of the station, somewhere south of it A satellite making connections somewhere over it One makes a long lonely howl, one is silent A new design waits to be launched somewhere west of it Calling all cans on the go This is mission control Somewhere built below it Pass that cup over here; this is boring And I don't even do this anymore to believe The nonsense I'm hearing A certain amount of booze is all it takes to relax me Then it's back to my parents' home in a taxi Back to the place I belong To the place I belong Somewhere built below it I am a science boy I grew up on dinosaurs A million different species of birds, and aircraft This is the science of truth Is the science of love Is the science of it

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  • Rheostatics