Hey brother can you spare about a half a quart of rye?
Ontario water's killed before and I fear I'm the next one on it's mind
I'm damned to review front pages, late apologies that couldn't save us
Barely literate, but well-fed, the fire in our eyes is a spark at best
They'll sell the gas like they sell the water, I bet they'll kill us with that too
And we'll be choking ourselves to sleep alone at night
Because we like the girls that think real hard
We'll never get our parents to understand
Not till everything is gone
Not till their last cherished safety net remains to be cut,
Slashed, gone, gone, gone
And cutting Health Care's just the start,
Cutting Welfare's just the start,
Cutting our schools is just the start
How did it ever get this far?
This is adherent to a greater trend of which we're but a part
Such is our chance now to stand, reach out,
Pull, and bring down crumbling walls with us
Next stop old Queen's Park
Our eyes will light the dark
We'll find fuel for that spark
Burning down the walls around the floors on which they're traded lives for votes
I'll take the trouble to investigate the rubble for a heart that'll set me right
I'll step down from this soapbox built in local halls on the weekends
I'll acknowledge this as optimism at best and trade my patchcords in for neckties
And I'll run back to my job