Tekst piosenki
Bowl of cherries in Waskasio Creek
A sylvan way of life for those who seek
none beyond a parkland mall
This land scape oasis now feigns city hall
And they call this peace
Not how it seems to me
Sugar-coated disease
Buckle at the knees
Your members of Parliament
lining their garments
with hides of the masses
their heads stuck up their asses
Bald little soldiers
Flags sewn to their shoulders
This insight spawns despair.
Why am I not part of this?
Pine cone wealth and cedar-fence bliss?
All your novel themes that keep you amused
on your way to the Canadian,
flag-waving-aryan, motherfuckingcuntsucking dream!!!
Oh yeah!
Nobody cares about the state of affairs
You can turn blue in the face
but you cannot erase
Oblivious to the obvious
I'm making perfect sense
but I'm not getting through
Progress overdue
But!!!
...don't expect to find me with a note left to be read
Pistol in my hand and
a bullet in my head
this census indicates
and this atlas has related
3 billion humans I haven't irritated
I've got a lot of work to do
3 billion people
That's 3 billion snotty fuck you's.
Fuck you
Fuck all of you
