I'm so content to stand
in line
Wait and see, pass the time
Talk a streak, fall asleep, wake up late, whine and weep
I kiss the hand that slaps me senseless
I'm so accepting, I am so defenseless
I am far too Canadian
I am far too Canadian
I pick the bones of what's
been done
And I'll lick them clean with a cautious tongue
In dim lit rooms, I spill my guts
I'm the revolution when the doors are shut
I'd bite the hand that slaps me senseless
But my patience it is too relentless
I am far too Canadian
I am far too Canadian
I am the face of my country
expressionless and small
Weak at the knees, shaking badly
Can't straighten up at all
I watch the spine of my country bend and break
I'm in a sorry state
I scratch the walls to mark
the days
With my coup d'tete I am locked away
With Mother Jones, pots of tea
The kitchen poster, anarchy
I never march in demonstrations
I hold my breath for arbitration
I am far too Canadian
I am far too Canadian
I am the face of my country
expressionless and small
Weak at the knees, shaking badly
Can't straighten up at all
I watch the spine of my country bend and break
I'm in a sorry state
I am a sorry state
Won't you welcome to the sorry state
I am the face of my country
expressionless and small
Weak at the knees, shaking badly
Can't straighten up at all
Can't straighten up at all
Straighten up at all
all
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