Lyrics:
Barenaked Ladies Rock Spectacle

I tend the wheat field that makes your bread I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed Mother Nature and Mother Earth Are two of three

Hello city Another night at the palace 'cause there is nothing else to do The same people, the same drinks And the same music, the same quicksand I think

Broke into the old apartment This is where we used to live Broken glass, broke and hungry Broken hearts and broken bones This is where we used to live

A friend brought me flowers, she said, "They were lilacs" But I've never been good with plants Her next presentation, a new dictionary She'd circled the

When she was three Her Barbies always did it on the first date And now she's with me So there's never any need for them to demonstrate 'Cause she's like

Drove downtown in the rain Nine thirty on a Tuesday night Just to check out the late night Record shop Call it impulsive Call it compulsive Call it insane

Words & Music by Steven Page Drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a Tuesday night, just to check out the late-night record shop. Call it impulsive

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson I tend the wheat field that makes your bread. I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed.

Words & Music by Steven Duffy & Steven Page The girl works at the store sweet Jane St. Clair Was dazzled by her smile while I shopped there it wasn