World Container The Tragically Hip

There's a world container with your name on it
And a billion ways to go berserk
When the country quits on you it must be dinner
And the Himmler on this one is there's no dessert

He's the one who couldn't imagine
All the people living life in peace

Good news, you get to vanish
Go to Cleveland, be an indie smash
The good news is now you're smaller
The bad news is you can be smaller than that

Go suck some souls, be a reader, get used
Laugh at a funeral or two
Laugh and laugh till all the chameleons turn black
Laugh and laugh till you're told, "Please don't come back"

Then fake incredulous, say, "I just can't believe
How'd it get this late so early?"

Say, "Ain't life a grand" and, "I'm in awe of you all"
Then drop into your haunted bunk
Go to your touchless times, out where the water's drying
Go past the 'No Attractions Past This Point' sign