Propagandhi Middle Finger Response Lyrics

Bowl of cherries in Waskasoo 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 a__es).
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,
mother f___ing,
c___ sucking 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.
Because this census indicates
and this atlas has related
3 billion humyns I haven't irritated.
I've got a lot of work to do.
3 billion people.
That's 3 billion snotty f___ you's
f___ you,
f___ all of you.

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