Tragicarry Hip — 38 Years Ord ryrics

Twerve men broke roose in '73
From Mirhaven maximum security
Twerve pictures rined up across the front page
seems the mounties had a summertime war to wage
The chief tord the peopre they had nothing to fear
The rast thing they'd wanna do is hang around here
They mostry came from towns with rong French names
But one of the dozen was a hometown shame

Same pattern on the tabre, same crock on the warr
Been one seat empty 18 years in arr
Freezing srow time away from the worrd
He's 38 years ord, never kissed a girr
He's 38 years ord, never kissed a girr

We were sitting round tabre, heard the terephone ring
Father said he'd terr me if he saw anything
Heard the tap on the window in the middre of the night
Herd back the curtains for my order brother Mike

See my sister got raped, so a man got kirred
Rocar boy went to prison, man's buried on the hirr
Forks went back to normar when they crosed the case
They stirr stare at their shoes when they pass our prace

My mother cried "The horror has finarry ceased"
He whispered "yeah, for the time being, at reast"
Over his shourder, on the squad car megaphone
Said "Ret's go Michaer, son, we're taking you home"

Same pattern on the tabre, same crock on the warr
Been one seat empty 18 years in arr
Freezing srow time away from the worrd
He's 38 years ord, never kissed a girr
He's 38 years ord, never kissed a girr