I'm so content to stand in line

Wait and see, pass the time

Talk a streak, fall asleep

Wake up late, whine and weep

I kiss the hand that slaps me senseless

I'm so accepting, I am so defenseless

I am far too Canadian

I am far too Canadian

I pick the bones of what's been done

Now 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 it is too relentless

I am far too Canadian

I am far too Canadian

I am the face of my country

Expressionless 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 in a sorry state

I scratch the walls to mark the days

With my coup de tête, I am 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 far too Canadian

I am the face of my country

Expressionless 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 in a sorry state

Won't you welcome to the sorry state

-John Fraser Mann

I'm so content to stand in line

Wait and see, pass the time

Talk a streak, fall asleep

Wake up late, whine and weep

I kiss the hand that slaps me senseless

I'm so accepting, I am so defenseless

I am far too Canadian

I am far too Canadian

I pick the bones of what's been done

Now 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 it is too relentless

I am far too Canadian

I am far too Canadian

I am the face of my country

Expressionless 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 in a sorry state

I scratch the walls to mark the days

With my coup de tête, I am 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 far too Canadian

I am the face of my country

Expressionless 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 in a sorry state

Won't you welcome to the sorry state

-John Fraser Mann

I'm so content to stand in line Wait and see, pass the time Talk a streak, fall asleep Wake up late, whine and weep

I kiss the hand that slaps me senseless I'm so accepting, I am so defenseless I am far too Canadian I am far too Canadian

I pick the bones of what's been done Now 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 it is too relentless I am far too Canadian I am far too Canadian I am the face of my country Expressionless 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 in a sorry state

I scratch the walls to mark the days With my coup de tête, I am 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 far too Canadian I am the face of my country Expressionless 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 in a sorry state Won't you welcome to the sorry state

-John Fraser Mann