Lyrics

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'll spill my guts I'm the revolution when the doors are shut I 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, shaken 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-de-tete, I am locked away With mother Jones, pots of tea The kitchen poster, anarchy I never march in demonstration 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, shaken 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 Weak at the knees, shaken badly Can't straighten up at all Can't straighten up at all Straighten up at all All