Toronto Songtext
von Carpool

In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where a friend can be a friend
In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where the blunts don′t ever end
We could move up north and get a little place with a king-size bed
We'd never feel bad again

All out of sick days but you still called in
Spent the night throwing up in the porcelain
Out of money so you′re scheming up your next big win
As long as I'm the one that takes the hit straight to the chin

In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where a friend can be a friend
In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where the blunts don't ever end
We could move up north and get a little place with a king-size bed
We′d never feel bad again
Maybe in the future things could finally make some goddamn sense
And we could feel good instead


All out of sick days but you still called in
Spent the night throwing up in the porcelain
Barbed wire mouth to cut the words that won′t come out
Make me feel like a clown, it's tough to swallow them down
When they cut my throat
With fiberglass from cigarettes I smoke

In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where a friend can be a friend
In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where the blunts don′t ever end
We could move up north and get a little place with a king-size bed
We'd never feel bad again
Maybe in the future things could finally make some goddamn sense
And we could feel good instead

I should probably go
Start to make a move
Get off my ass, I got some things to do
Don′t want a job
Always in a bad mood
I think things would be better if I was with you
Should probably go


Start to make a move
Get off your ass, you got some things to do
Don't want a job
You′re always in a bad mood
I think things would be better if

In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where a friend can be a friend
In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where the blunts don't ever end
We could move up north and get a little place with a king-size bed
We'd never feel bad again
Maybe in the future things could finally make some goddamn sense
And we could feel good instead