Far Too Canadian

Unveiling Canadian Identity: A Song of Acceptance and Revolution
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Lyrics

I'm so content to stand in line

I find comfort in waiting in line

Wait and see, pass the time

Waiting patiently, passing time

Talk a streak, fall asleep

Talking extensively until falling asleep

Wake up late, whine and weep

Waking up late, complaining, and weeping

I kiss the hand that slaps me senseless

Expressing gratitude even when criticized

I'm so accepting, I am so defenseless

Being accepting and defenseless

I am far too Canadian

Emphasizing being excessively Canadian

I am far too Canadian

Repeating the assertion of being overly Canadian


I pick the bones of what's been done

Reflecting on past events and learning from them

Now lick them clean with a cautious tongue

Cautiously examining and understanding past mistakes

In dim lit rooms, I spill my guts

Sharing personal thoughts in private spaces

I'm the revolution when the doors are shut

Representing change when unnoticed or ignored

I'd bite the hand that slaps me senseless

Wishing to retaliate but remaining patient

But my patience it is too relentless

Having enduring patience despite provocations


I am far too Canadian

Reiterating being excessively Canadian

I am far too Canadian

Continuing to emphasize excessive Canadian identity


I am the face of my country

Identifying oneself as the representation of the country

Expressionless and small

Describing oneself as expressionless and small

Weak at the knees, shaking badly

Feeling physically weak and shaky

Can't straighten up at all

Unable to stand up straight

I watch the spine of my country bend and break

Observing the vulnerability and fragility of the country

I'm in a sorry state

Being in a regrettable and pitiful condition


I scratch the walls to mark the days

Marking time by scratching walls

With my coup de tête, I am locked away

Being confined due to a sudden decision

With Mother Jones, pots of tea

Sharing space with references like Mother Jones and tea

The kitchen poster, anarchy

Having symbols of anarchy in the kitchen

I never march in demonstrations

Choosing not to participate in public demonstrations

I hold my breath for arbitration

Opting for patience and negotiation over confrontation


I am far too Canadian

Reaffirming excessive Canadian identity

I am far too Canadian

Continuing to stress an overwhelming Canadian connection


I am the face of my country

Repeating the self-identification as the face of the country

Expressionless and small

Reiterating the description of being expressionless and small

Weak at the knees, shaking badly

Reemphasizing physical weakness and shakiness

Can't straighten up at all

Reiterating the inability to stand up straight

I watch the spine of my country bend and break

Reobserving the vulnerability and fragility of the country

I'm in a sorry state

Reiterating being in a regrettable and pitiful condition

I am a sorry state

Expressing being a sorry state

Won't you welcome to the sorry state

Inviting others to acknowledge the sorry state


I am the face of my country

Repeating the self-identification as the face of the country

Expressionless and small

Reiterating the description of being expressionless and small

Weak at the knees, shaking badly

Reemphasizing physical weakness and shakiness

Can't straighten up at all

Reiterating the inability to stand up straight

Can't straighten up at all

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Straighten up at all, all

Repeating the inability to stand up straight

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