[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
[Verse 6]
But don't expect to find me with a note left to be read
Pistol in my hand and bullet in my head
This census indicates and this atlas has related
Three billion humans I haven't irritated

[Outro]
I've got a lot of work to do
Three billion people, that's three billion snotty fuck you's
Fuck you
Fuck all of you