I'm so content, to stand in line Wait and see, pass the time Talk a streak, fall alseep, wake up late, whine and weep I kiss the hand that slaps me senseless I'm so accepting, so defenseless I am far too Canadian Far too Canadian I pick the bones, of what's been done Lick them clean, with a cautious tongue In dim lit rooms, I spill my guts I'm the revolution when the doors are shut I'd bite the hand that slaps me senseless But my patience is too relentless I am far too Canadian I am far too Canadian I am the face of my country Experssionless and small Weak at the knees, shaking badly Can't straighten up at all I watch the spine of my country bend and break I'm a sorry state I scratch the walls, to mark the days With my coup d e (tête), I'm locked away With Mother Jones, pots of tea The kitchen poster, anarchy I never march in demonstrations I hold my breath for arbitration I am far too Canadian I am the face of my country Experssionless and small Weak at the knees, shaking badly Can't straighten up at all I watch the spine of my country bend and break I'm a sorry state