Far Too Canadian

I'm so content, to stand in line

Wait and see, pass the time

Talk a streak, fall alseep, wake up late, whine and weep

I kiss the hand that slaps me senseless

I'm so accepting, so defenseless

I am far too Canadian

Far too Canadian

I pick the bones, of what's been done

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 is too relentless

I am far too Canadian

I am far too Canadian

I am the face of my country

Experssionless 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 a sorry state

I scratch the walls, to mark the days

With my coup d e (tête), I'm 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 the face of my country

Experssionless 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 a sorry state