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,
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 a sorry state.

I scratch the walls to mark the days,
With my coup d'etat, 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 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 a sorry state.

####.... Geoff Kelly / John Mann of Spirit Of The West (Go Figure, 1991) ....####

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