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Spirit Of The West – Far Too Canadian 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
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
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