Ad Nauseam

Oh put it to fucking rest
You conservatives bore me to death
"Trudeau must go!" Screams Susan
An internet expert on the big pharma threat

If I had a dollar for every time an Albertan hick fuck
Wished death on a healthcare worker
For "pushing their poison,"
I'd have enough to fund the surgeries you slashed
So you pussies could keep bitching
From your lifted trucks
A little fucking longer

It's a sore in the mouth of a gift horse
You were born in a time with more information than them
Play the victim

And yet I find myself again
Losing faith in my fellow man

And yet I find myself again
Losing faith in my fellow man

Now that's what I call the Alberta advantage
Forcing doctors to another province
Keeping the street involved homeless
And keeping cancer away from treatment

And yet you scream "I'm a centrist!"
But I won't listen to pieces of fucking shit
Tell me what my problem is
When you don't know what our problem is

It's time to be held responsible
For all the pain you've caused
For all the deaths involved
For all the things we got wrong
Yeah

We will argue in circles
Until your legs give out
And your eyes dry up
And your jaw goes slack
And your hate fucking kills you

Embrace the indigent shade
That are buried with their remains
Standing face to face

Get fucked

Remove the blindfold from your eyes
You're being spoon fed fucking lies
By someone who wants to sell you shit
And you're too fucking dumb to see it