Stan is pent up. Dissatisfied with the hand he's been dealt in life despite his well-to-do Bay Street Investment Banker gig, picket fence, beautiful family, and facade of the perfect life, Stan strikes out. What does he do? Something terrible.
lyrics
BOB AND STAN
Put your fist in your pocket, Stan
No one loves a hero
Make the most of a broken day
Leave it in the snow
The neighbours are watching you
From their living room
There are fairy tales
To be read tonight
* All the things that I am capable of
So many things that I am capable of
Terrible things that I am capable of
Bend and bow to all the terrifying thoughts
‘Til I’m without a safe place to sleep
Eighteen years on a waiting list
Skin gets drawn
All the ducks in a perfect row
On a golf-green lawn
They don’t play your song
On the radio
Sour brain in a loaded jar
Nodding to and fro
* Chorus
Put your fist in your pocket, Stan
No one loves a hero
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