Staying stoned on Highway 401 In a band of southern Ontario bastard sons I let my soul slip into the sun And watched it sink just over Kingston I left my heart in Old Montreal Ou les femme sont belle and their legs so long I'm running on empty but still running on Into the red flaming edges with no redemption song Don't the houses all look haunted in every farm we pass All the crumbling beauties each new division's trash We don't pay for our sins, no god saves our souls In the name of the daughters and sons of the holy smoke And the holy smoke with no redemption song