I could tell the meaning of a world like serene

I got some "0" grades when I was sixteen

I can tell the difference 'tween margarine and butter

I can say "Saskatchewan" without starting to stutter



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But I can't understand why we let someone else rule our land

We're cap in hand



I could get a broken jaw from being in a fight

I know it's evening when the day turns to night

I can understand why Stranraer lie so lowly

They could save a lot of points by signing Hibs Goalie



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We fight-when they ask us

We boast-then we cower

We beg

For a piece of

What's already ours



Once I thought I could make God a bribe

So I said I was in his lost tribe

Getting handouts can be so frustrating

"Get in line son, there's five million waiting."



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