[CONTAINER]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 Résistance 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 Résistance 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 dance a dickless jig...
But that's the way it goes!
In war you're shat-upon!
Though we die, La Résistance lives on!
(I want to be up there...)
Blame Canada!
Blame Canada!
Blame Canada!!![/CONTAINER]