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."
