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

And 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 cut the words that won't come out

Make me feel like the clouds, 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

And never feel bad again

Maybe in the future things could finally make some goddamn sense

And we could feel good instead

Woo!

I should probably go and 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 and start to make a move

Get off your ass, you've got some things to do

Don't want a job, you're always in a bad mood

I think things would 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