Where will the salmon spawn

They do scare me
These silent faces
Cramming pre-dawn
Commuter trains

You smell mothballs
Sweat and anger
Let ’em be man
And don’t tell jokes

Hey man they’ve taught me to feel
Green slime smeared on a child
Bloody scurf over my eyes
Where will the salmon spawn

The car rides smoothly
Turn on the radio
Well I’m sure man
You’ll feel much better

They’ve got music
Good-humoured DJs
Think of your off-time
And don’t ask why

Hey man ...