RECEPTION 

What’s happening on the Instagram planet?What’s being sold on the Facebook market? I’m just gonna check it out See if anything stands out 2 hours later I’m still scrolling down And all I can do is a stupid frown I need to go outside before I get sucked in And waste another day locked in front of a screen I need some fresh air or I’m gonna explode Play some sick tunes and hit the road Going to the mountain or going to the ocean To find a better connection Back to work and it’s the same old shit But I need to keep going or the bills are gonna hit Didn’t miss the routine to work most of my time I feel like in a prison, but I committed no crime Riding on the bus I see all these people Stuck like me in the middle of this riddle No one seems happy so it’s the same reaction At the tip of their fingers, the great illusion I need some fresh air or I’m gonna explode Play some sick tunes and hit the road Going to the mountain or going to the ocean To find a better connection

SUPERMAN LIKES SUPER MEN

Superman likes super men, But tonight, he’s alone again He’d like to get laid, just now and then But it’s harder than he thought to find another superman He’s been dating Batman for a little while But he’s too creepy, can’t live in the lights Wonder woman tried to get in his pants But nothing would do, even her best lap dance He’s been dating The Hulk for a little while But once in the sack, he lost his smile He tried Spiderman but it’s not his style But maybe Aquaman would fit the profile Superman likes super men, But tonight, he’s alone again He’d like to get laid, just now and then But it’s harder than he thought to find another superman He could use a partner, at least to share the rent So he goes out at night, dressed as Clark Kent But he’s always torn out by all the crimes he could prevent He’s a man of justice in a life of torment And when he drinks he becomes edgy His alcohol tolerance can be pretty stretchy But past a point, he can be fucking sketchy He’ll fuck everything up and have no memory Most human beings don’t understand They all believe, he lives in Dreamland But the struggle is real, you can ask his right hand To him it feels like a super no man’s land Superman likes super men, But tonight, he’s alone again He’d like to get laid, just now and then But it’s harder than he thought to find another superman

LIFE'S TRYING TO KILL ME

Wake up this morning and I don’t feel good My head is pounding and I need some food My fridge is empty, I’m not in the mood Just back to bed, this is how I rule I make it out, ready for action But by the time, I’m into motion I realize I don’t quite function Going to work is not my intention Life is trying to kill me But why, I can’t believe this Oh my, this is so crazy Life is trying to kill me Every night I drink till I’m hammered And every night I smoke till I’m flattened In the morning I need my coffee But then my heart is ready to leave me At school, it’s all about fashion And then at work, it’s competition Everything makes me feel depressed I’m becoming afraid of myself Life is trying to kill me But why, I can’t believe this Oh my, this is so crazy Life is trying to kill me Everything that is tempting If you love it then you are stepping In your grave without even feeling One step closer to the big nothing Always trying to do what I should not Never content with things that I have got Drinking beer and smoking pot It might kill me but it hits the spot Life is trying to kill me But why, I can’t believe this Oh my, this is so crazy Life is trying to kill me

JUSTE UN PIPELINE

Juste un, juste un, juste un pipeline Pour détruire la forêt et les montagnes Juste un, juste un, juste un pipeline Fini les océans et les aborigènes au bagne Hey Justin, je vois bien que t’as pas peur Mais Justin, on voit bien que t’as pas de cœur A coup de tronçonneuse, tu détruis le Canada Tu suce Alberta paye par les Chinois Elle est belle ta transition Et t’es vraiment trop beau à la télévision Mais quelques soit la position On sait tous très bien qu’on l’aura dans le fion Juste un, juste un, juste un pipeline Pour détruire la forêt et les montagnes Juste un, juste un, juste un pipeline Fini les océans et les aborigènes au bagne Tu viens surfer sur les côtes protégées Avec ton 4x4 et tes gardes du corps Mais quand ton pétrole va se déverser C’est toute cette beauté que tu condamnes à mort Tu dis que tu fais ça pour créer du travail Débarrasser la planète de ses entrailles Travailler dur pour détruire la nature Et faire des forets une benne à ordure Juste un, juste un, juste un pipeline Pour détruire la forêt et les montagnes Juste un, juste un, juste un pipeline Fini les océans et les aborigènes au bagne

WAABIGWAN

One day when she was young the white man came She doesn’t remember but her life was about to change They told her parents that they couldn’t stay They had to leave their place and they had no say They took them to the police station for identification Separated from their daughter for an education But they’re never see her again they’ll end up in a prison Just a few more victims of this colonialism Born a flower, but forced to wither Blown like a feather, over a bonfire Waabigwan, your life was stolen With no clue where, you had just fallen They took her and dressed her for a place they called school Where she was showed the definition of cruel They told her they’re doing this to give her some tools But all the abuse was covered by the silent rule They tried to convince her of some kind of higher power Supposed to be there and take care of her All she had do is learn the prayer But where was this god when they killed her mother Born a flower, but forced to wither Blown like a feather, over a bonfire Waabigwan, your life was stolen With no clue where, you had just fallen Residential school, told her what is hate In residential schools, she experienced rape Residential schools, or brainwashing camps Residential schools, the ruined life stamp

JUST A HIGHWAY

If we could see the souls, rising up like smoke on the horizon If we could hear the cries and screams, see the tears and smell the fear If torture and murder were seen at every corner Would the abuse and the terror, of the victims still not matter But we’re driving down the highway And all we can see are the hills around But behind those curtains There are dark secrets hidden there for long Nobody talks about it Like urban legends from ancient times There might be some truth to it But we don’t want to know, we close our eyes Death has found a place to feed, and the supply seems unlimited Truck loads every day, in and out, time is money It’s an emotionless process, that’s absolutely ruthless Innocent lives are caught in money related crimes But we’re driving down the highway And all we can see are the hills around But behind those curtains There are dark secrets hidden there for long Nobody talks about it Like urban legends from ancient times There might be some truth to it But we don’t want to know, we close our eyes If you decide to cross the border, there’s no coming back until the ride is over You might get sick when you discover the awful truth that’s under cover An underworld of hatred where your darkest side will be tested And blood has a different flavour, once you know what it takes to make dinner But we’re driving down the highway And all we can see are the hills around But behind those curtains There are dark secrets hidden there for long Nobody talks about it Like urban legends from ancient times There might be some truth to it But we don’t want to know, we close our eyes

NOISE COMPLAINTS

Half past five just having a beer, chilling with the bros, night’s drawing near Enjoying the end of the afternoon, not pissed yet but we’re gonna be soon A drink and another, beer after beer, we start to be dizzy and feel the heat We are being loud and louder and louder, the neighbors gettin grumpy and call the police Noise complaints, tonight again The party’s on until the morning Noise complaints again and again The music is cranking and along we sing I wake up in the arvy, hungover and sketchy, I’m not even sure I’m not still in my dreams All I know’s from what surrounds me, empty bottles as far as I can see I don’t feel right, I slept on the floor, a note from the neighbors nailed on the door Where am I and where is my brain, I just crack a beer and start all over again Noise complaints, tonight again The party’s on until the morning Noise complaints again and again The music is cranking and along we sing Sometimes we fight and sometimes we don’t But stop it now, that’s for sure we won’t It can be all right, it can be all wrong But we’re on a mission and it can’t be long Noise complaints, tonight again The party’s on until the morning Noise complaints again and again The music is cranking and along we sing Noise complaints, tonight again The party’s on until the morning Noise complaints again and again The music is cranking and along we sing

LE NOUVEAU DICTATEUR

On travaille tous pour lui Qu’on le veuille ou non On gaspille nos vies En l’honneur de son nom Il attribue une valeur A chacun de nos actes Il reine grâce à la peur Comme une addiction au crack Sans lui tu peux pas manger Sans lui tu peux pas boire Sans lui tu peux pas te loger Tu n’auras aucun pouvoir Tu peux bien tenter De t’en séparer Il va juste te taxer Jusqu’à t’endetter L’argent, la monnaie, le pouvoir d’achat C’est le nouveau dictateur tu n’y échappera pas Tout est organisé, pour qu’il dicte sa loi L’argent, la monnaie, le pouvoir d’achat Tu peux même essayer De te révolter Il y a déjà pensé Il est organisé Ses petits soldats On tout préparé Ils marchent tous au pas Et ils sont tous armés Il te laisse penser Que si tu veux changer Tu peux aller voter Exprimer tes idées Mais tous les candidats Sont les pantins du roi L’argent la monnaie Le pouvoir d’achat Il est bien protégé Par tous les policiers Ils sont bien formatés Et bien engraissés Ils ne vont même pas hésiter A dégainer Et avec le sourire Ils vont te buter L’argent, la monnaie, le pouvoir d’achat C’est le nouveau dictateur tu n’y échappera pas Tout est organisé, pour qu’il dicte sa loi L’argent, la monnaie, le pouvoir d’achat

WINTER SONG

Sick of this shit falling from the sky It’s way too cold or am I just too high It’s been like this for days now I’m ready to dry The forecast lady was just telling fuckin lies The weather in Canada you don’t criticize You suck it up or you just deny If you complain you’ll be the bad guy You just gotta pretend that you get by Fuck you winter, you’re just too fucking long It was kinda cute, the first 20 seconds But now it’s fucking boring, had time to write a song Fuck you winter you’re just too fucking long There’s snow everywhere even in my nose The winter was so long I almost had an overdose When I take a walk I can’t feel my toes But I suck it up in front of my bros Minus fuckin thirty, everybody’s smilin Walkin all around just as if nothing I don’t understand, I’m fuckin freezin They say you’ll get used to it but I’m still fuckin waitin Fuck you winter, you’re just too fucking long It was kinda cute, the first 20 seconds But now it’s fucking boring, had time to write a song Fuck you winter you’re just too fucking long

TAKE A BREAK

You think he has no right, because of the colour of his skin But you were born the same night, in the same town, the same clinic You say he’s a lazy guy, but he works twice as much as you for half the price You say he doesn’t go to church, but your church is full of pedophiles So I think you should take a break Go away and sort out your life But do us all a favour And take your time Your god ain’t greater, and your blood ain’t purer You ego sure is bigger, but your penis is probably smaller Your traditions are dumb, and your brain is numb And your president, is an embarrassment So I think you should take a break Go away and sort out your life But do us all a favour And take your time You are not white, you are just colour-less And you big pride is full of emptiness Your television, is your disinformation And your dream for a greater nation is a contradiction So I think you should take a break Go away and sort out your life But do us all a favour And take your time So I think you should take a break Go away and sort out your life But do us all a favour And please, please, please… Take your time

PLASTIC SURGERY

There’s a plastic bag in the cedar, there’s a 6-pack ring around a beaver There’s a tarp wrapped around the Hemlock and tin cans hiding the rootstocks Garbage going down the river, berry bushes catching the litter There’s an island made of plastic, drifting in the Pacific There are bottles all over the beach and in the ocean is dripping some bleach There is a fish stuck in a condom and now there’s a crab eating a tampon Broken glass, a wolf cuts its paws Salmon stomachs are crammed full of straws A fuel tanker truck was running late And now it’s spilling gas all over the lake We’re drawing a sad picture of the place of our birth Like a make up failure on the face of the earth A forced plastic surgery in a slow and quiet agony There’s been complications now we’re facing extinctions How can there be so much ignorance, or is it just arrogance Nature deserves to be respected, and if it is not, to be protected When you dump into the forest, you take a shit into your own nest How do you want to keep afloat, when you shoot a hole in your own boat We’re drawing a sad picture of the place of our birth Like a make up failure on the face of the earth A forced plastic surgery in a slow and quiet agony There’s been complications now we’re facing extinctions

DONALD

It feels funny in my belly, I guess the tacos are not going down easy Gurgles coming from my tummy; Mexican food, now you’re torturing me So yummy and so spicy, so juicy and so crunchy But now after a little coffee, in the bathroom I need to hurry And then you were born, your tip made of corn In the shape of the mould, you had to be called… Donald You knock-knock-knocked on heaven’s door, you were about to be filling the bowl Be dropped with the kids off at the pool, I thought you’re number 1, but you’re number 2 When you came out you’re pretty chubby, like a turtle fatty poking its head out You got me confused for some fresh made gravy, is this the holy shart you got me all freaked out And then you were born, your tip made of corn In the shape of the mould, you had to be called… Donald You came with an orchestra of trumpets and trombones Not silent but violent, honking the horns A trouser melody, an underwear symphony All in the same key a gas leakage harmony And then you were born, your tip made of corn In the shape of the mould, you had to be called… Donald

A ROOT BEER IS NOT A BEER

It’s 11 am, I’m just waking up Last night was a big one I was completely fucked up I’m having troubles to get my eyes to open up I get on my feet but my stomach’s coming up My head is pounding, I am so hungover I feel like I had fun, but I don’t remember I crack up a beer hoping it’ll make me feel better But I spit it back up when I taste Dr. Pepper OH OH OH OH A root beer is not a beer OH OH OH OH A root beer is not a beer 5pm and I start feeling hungry It could be dinner time but it’s still kinda early I open the fridge but it’s fucking empty So I pick up my phone and call a buddy Hey bro, feel like coming for a drink? Sure bro, what do you want me to bring? I dunno dude just grab some cool beers But my phone was cutting and he showed up with root beers OH OH OH OH A root beer is not a beer OH OH OH OH A root beer is not a beer