Me debunk an American myth?
And take my life in my hands?
Where the great plains begin
At the hundredth meridian, At the hundredth meridian
Where the great plains begin
Drivin' down a corduroy road
Weeds standing shoulder high
Ferris wheel is rusting--off in the distance
At the hundredth meridian (3 x) where the great plains begin
Left alone to get gigantic
Hard, huge and haunted
A generation so much dumber than it's parents
Came crashin' through the window
A raven strains along the line of a road
Carryin' a muddy old skull
The wires whistle their approval, off down the distance
At the hundredth meridian (3 x) where the great plains begin
At the hundredth meridian (3 x) where the great pla..a..ins begin
I remember, I remember, Buffalo, and I remember Hengelo..ho
It would seem to me that I remember every single fuckin' thing I know
If I die of vanity, promise me, promise me
they bury me someplace I don't wanna be
You'll dig me up and transport me, unceremoniously
Away from the swollen city-breeze, garbage-bag trees
Whispers of disease and acts of enormity
And lower me slowly, and sadly and properly
Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy
At the hundredth meridian (3 x) where the great plains begin
At the hundredth meridian (3 x) where the great pl..a..a..ins be...g...i...n


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lyrics added: before we started recording dates
notes: one of the many amazing Canadian bands featured on the show 'Due South'

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