Quebec

Les temps change
L'Etat change
Mais plus ca change
Le plus on garde notre peuple
Dans la suffrance
And when shutters boorishly
Slammed in hasty nomadic movements
The future was shaded by
Ambiguous signs pointing to borderlines

This province doesn't dance
At least not like she use to
To afraid to be locked up
And forced to adapt
To the intravenous business model
English, it's the way of the God Damn World!
In here lies the issues with the sheep
Frantically shoving their heads under
The barbed wire fence surrounding
The parliamentary slaughter house

C'est pour ca
Que on est finis
Avec les saisons paranoiaque
Constantly scratching the murals
Letting blood play the part of paint
Tainting that which has already
Watered the roots

We are the hooligans
Good Samaritans of the high seas
Here us singing
Fuck the police
And fuck tuition fees