Feeling Floated

Tired again
Stuck on a boat to nowhere
They call it a ferry
I don't think the speed is fair
And the vending machine is staring at me
Through the people walking wavy feet
You might say these rhymes are cheap
But I
I'm working on no sleep

Well I'll admit I'm a real Canuck
You might even call me a Canadian fuck
But I'm guessing you're not from around here
Or you wouldn't drive down the pier
Cuz nobody goes to Victoria

It's Sunday, so you don't have a working excuse
No government hang-ups could be holding your noose
But the Coke machine is blaring at me
With a piercing painful silent scream
As the floor-boards sway across the deep
I'm still working on no sleep

Well I'll admit I'm a real Canuck
You might even call me a Canadian fuck
But I'm guessing you're not from around here
Or you wouldn't drive down the pier
Cuz nobody goes to Victoria
Nobody goes to Vicoria

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I've never liked Victoria much. There are a lot of awesome places on Vancouver Island, but BC's capital is not one of them. It's a small tourist trap with more horses than humans and fresh droppings on every corner, making it Shit Town. I wrote this one when I was unavoidably stuck on the ferry after a night of almost literally no sleep. Start to finish took less than an hour. Ian gave me many ideas towards this song.