Dear Toronto by Philip Bosley

Three bucks for the subway, and it's packed to the walls
Five finger discounts, and six figure outlaws
You gave us politicians as twisted as pretzels
The worst two Fords since the Escort and the Edsel

You expand without end
You took my best friends
You gave me my worst luck
Dear Toronto, you suck

Throwin' horseshoes at east Dakota
Finding a good gig is gettin' harder than algebra
My car costs less than your rent each month
How can anyone even afford to get drunk

You expand without end
You keep taking my best friends
You give me my worst luck
Dear Toronto, you suck

You've gentrified Queen Street like some third-rate New York
And at North By North Suck, it's fifteen bucks at the door
You treat my whole existence like some kind of afterthought
Yeah, I could try to play your town, but I think I'd rather be shot

You expand without end
You steal my best friends
You give me my worst luck
Dear Toronto, you suck

You expand without end
You keep taking my best friends
You give me my worst luck
Dear Toronto, you suck
Dear Toronto, you suck
Dear Toronto, get fucked.

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