Spirit Of The West 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
