Composer: Bryce Lokken, Quartz Prod, Tom Vanderkam
Lyrics
Oh Canada, it's time we talk
And it's gonna get rough, I'mma say shit wrong
And I'm gonna lose friends
And I'm gonna get threats
From both sides, both sides of this fence
It's been four months
Since our Nation
Said without any irony or blemish
"How could the US do this?
We will raise fists!
No more racists!
Asterisk:
This offer does not apply if you have red skin
Cause we, we're fighting wars much more socially attractive"
You like that stage?
I hope you choke
Where black lives matter
And red lives don't
Light that sage
Mirrors and smoke
Where black lives matter
And red lives don't
We see peace ain't comin' easy
Police beat these fishers freely
RCMP hate me, clearly
Canada, do you fuckin' hear me?
If you saw one-four in me, how'd you treat B?
Probably as poor as you treat these treaties
Social justice so pretentious and well-designed
Make it look clean and concise for the timeline
If you made a public scene when George Floyd died
Tell me what the fuck you know about Rodney Levi
Look, I'm so sorry
Just I get pissy when we go missing
And nobody lifts a finger, none listening
The definition of our privilege
Is ignoring this while openly giving money
To people in Michigan
Cause there's no water in Flint while ignoring
Boil water advisories on reservations
So engaged given statistics about an
Imbalanced US prison system
But Canada's Indigenous only face
A three-point difference, huh?
You like that stage?
I hope you choke
Where black lives matter
And red lives don't
Light that sage
Mirrors and smoke
Where black lives matter
And red lives don't
Born to be called squaws
Born to be murdered
Birthed to a system unconcerned with
Somebody's sister or mother
Thrown in the gutter like burner
Phoning in platitudes again
Before this rave starts
Let's take a moment and acknowledge
That this land is stolen from some people
That I've never met
And I'm gonna keep it that way
Cause I like to keep a clean conscience
Got our speech in
We're back to guiltless
A lot of pale skin
Up on a crucifix
Look, I get why we pretend like the problems don't exist
Cause it's much easier to point that finger than to admit
That our national sport is to look south and deflect
When the last residential school closed in ninety-six
You like that stage?
I hope you choke
Where black lives matter
And red lives don't
Light that sage
Mirrors and smoke
Where black lives matter
And red lives don't