Propagandhi — Anchorless lyrics

Lyrics

They called here to tell me that you’re finally dying, through a veil of childish
cries. southern manitoba prarire’s pulling at the pant-leg of your bad disguise.
so why were you so anchorless?
T abandoned in some backyard. anchorless in the small town that you lived and
died
in. i’ve got an armchair from your family home. got your p.g. wodehouse novels
and
your telephone. i’ve got you
Tes and stainless steel. got that way of never saying what you really feel.
i don’t
want to live and die here where we’re anchorless.