God has smiled upon you this day The fate of a nation in your hands And blessed be the children We who fight with all our bravery 'Til only the righteous stand You see the distant flames They bellow in the night You fight in all our names For what we know is right And when you all get shot And cannot carry on Though you die, La Resistance lives on You may get stabbed in the head With a dagger or a sword You may be burned to death Or skinned alive or worse But when they torture you You will not feel the need to run For, though you die, La Resistance lives on Blame Canada, blame Canada Because the country's gone awry Tomorrow night, these freaks will fry Tomorrow night our lives will change Tomorrow night we'll be entertained An execution, what a sight, tomorrow night Up there there is so much room Where babies burp and flowers bloom Tomorrow night, up there is doomed And so I will be going soon Shut your fucking face, Uncle Fucka You're a boner-biting bastard, Uncle Fucka Looks like we may be out of luck Tomorrow night, we're pretty fucked Why did our mothers start this war? What-the-fuck are they fighting for? When did this song become a marathon? (I want to be up there) When Canada is dead and gone They'll be no more Celine Dion They may cut your dick in half And serve it to a pig And though it hurts, you'll laugh And you dance a dickless jig But that's the way it goes In war you're shat upon Though we die, La Resistance lives on (I want to be up there) Blame Canada, blame Canada, blame Canada © FAMOUS MUSIC CORP; WB MUSIC CORP.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com