"Trouble At The Henhouse" lyrics - THE TRAGICALLY HIP

Ascetic thin coveted by vultures
And rendered child like by the road
Das hips repair to leeward culture
They back the truck and unload
And get down to finding fresh pretence
To mistake the dream for prescience
The one where siren's honey tones
Lead us up to the microphones
Her instructions couldn't be more plain
Fear no art fear no reflection
Let the manual be your heart
The blues are still required again
The trouble at the henhouse is
Her voice it lulls then vanishes