Martyrs don’t do much for me
Though I enjoy them vicariously
After you, no, after me
No, I insist, please, after me
— The Tragically Hip, “Twist My Arm” (1991)
Martyrs don’t do much for me
Though I enjoy them vicariously
After you, no, after me
No, I insist, please, after me
— The Tragically Hip, “Twist My Arm” (1991)