Oh Canada
I stand on guard for a lot
But just last week a white girl was shot

Outside a shopping mall
Yeah, it's written in the press
That your sweet little town

Has lost its innocence

It's not the year of the gun

We don't say it out loud
There are no headlines
When a black girl dies

It's not the lack of a sense
It's called ambivalence


All still in their lanes
Under rush hour lights
There's one head to a car

But you act so surprised
When the snow don't come
You can't swim in the lakes

Now it's hotter than hell
In a bed you won't make


It's not the lack of a sense
It's called ambivalence


Up on the hill
Is the best real estate
Just to get in

You have to sell off your faith
'Cause in the valley below
There is crack and young girls

But you don't have to believe
What stays out of your world