His first kicking came on January 1st
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They said, ¡°Welcome to the club,
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we¡¯ll take your shoes and your shirt.¡±
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He wore his nosebleed like a red rosette
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And it was a prize he would win again and again and again.
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He had to find an escape route.
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It was a rumour, but it soon became true
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When he was drunk in the suburbs
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with a boy from a different school.
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All his good friends soon left him for dead
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Now he stands staring down at the Clyde from a bridge
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And then he saw an escape route
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From the dogs of West Renfrew
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From the bitches and bruises
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He chose Ohio to run to
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The name came to him just as he perched
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On the amber lit bridge, his whole face pursed
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It had a ring to it in American songs
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Like a glittering release from a crippling curse
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He dreamt of the place of a cinematic space
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And all the pointing fingers they just melted away
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Who knows, maybe he¡¯ll never take flight
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But he swears Ohio pulled him from the bridge that night
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It became an escape route
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From the dogs of West Renfrew
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From the bitches and beatings
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Midwestern chest to fall into
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Some are saved by the good arms
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Some are saved by the church
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Some get saved by the skin of their teeth
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By the thought that it couldn¡¯t get much worse
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Some are saved by professors
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Some are saved by police
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Some get saved by a distant place
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By an impossible American dream
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We all need an escape route [x2]
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From the punches and kicks
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The fingernails and the pricks
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All the sharp little knives
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In the dark pockets of life
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From the bitches and bruises
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From the burden of youth
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The public hangings and stonings
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Save us from fellow humans
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Just give us an escape route
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Escape Route
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Frightened Rabbit |