[Verse 1]
Bowl of cherries in Waskasio Creek
A sylvan way of life for those who seek
None beyond a parkland mall
This landscape oasis now feigns city hall
[Verse 2]
And they call this peace
Not how it seems to me
Sugar-coated disease
Buckle at the knees
[Verse 3]
Your members of Parliament lining their garments
With hides of the masses, heads stuck up their asses
Bald little soldiers, flags sewn to their shoulders
This insight spawns despair
[Verse 4]
Why am I not part of this pinecone wealth and cedar-fence bliss?
All your novel themes that keep you amused on your way
To the Canadian flag-waving, Aryan
Motherfucking, cunt-sucking dream, oh yeah
[Verse 5]
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
Bowl of cherries in Waskasio Creek
A sylvan way of life for those who seek
None beyond a parkland mall
This landscape oasis now feigns city hall
[Verse 2]
And they call this peace
Not how it seems to me
Sugar-coated disease
Buckle at the knees
[Verse 3]
Your members of Parliament lining their garments
With hides of the masses, heads stuck up their asses
Bald little soldiers, flags sewn to their shoulders
This insight spawns despair
[Verse 4]
Why am I not part of this pinecone wealth and cedar-fence bliss?
All your novel themes that keep you amused on your way
To the Canadian flag-waving, Aryan
Motherfucking, cunt-sucking dream, oh yeah
[Verse 5]
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
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