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Intro: |A| |F| Verse #1: I've got a job, I explore |A| I follow every little whiff |A| And I want my life to smell like this |F|...............................|A| Find a place, an ancient race, |A| the kind you'd like to gamble with |A| Where they'd stamp on burning bags of shit. |F|....................................|A| Chorus: Lookin' for a place to happen |F| Makin' stops along the way... |F| (Intro Riff) Verse #2: Wayward ho, 'way we go |A| It's a shame to leave this masterpeice, |A| With its gallery gods and its garbage bag trees |F|.........................................|A| So I'll paint a scene, from memory |A| So I'd know who murdered me, |A| It's vain pursuit but it helps me to sleep. |F|....................................|A| Chorus: Lookin' for a place to happen |F| Makin' stops along the way... |F| (Intro Riff) Verse #3: Jaques Cartier; right this way, |A| I'll put you're coat up on the bed. |A| Hey man you got a real bum's eye for clothes |F|....................................|A| And come on in, sit right down. |A| No you're not the first to show, |A| we've all been here since, God who knows? |F|..................................|A| Chorus: Lookin' for a place to happen |F| Makin' stops along the way... |F|