[PAROLES/LYRICS] God has smiled upon you this day The fate of a nation in your hands And blessed be the children We who fight with all our bravery 'Til only the righteous stand You see the distant flames They bellow in the night You fight in all our names For what we know is right And when you all get shot And cannot carry on Though you die, La Resistance lives on You may get stabbed in the head With a dagger or a sword You may be burned to death Or skinned alive or worse But when they torture you You will not feel the need to run For, though you die, La Resistance lives on Blame Canada, blame Canada Because the country's gone awry Tomorrow night, these freaks will fry Tomorrow night our lives will change Tomorrow night we'll be entertained An execution, what a sight, tomorrow night Up there there is so much room Where babies burp and flowers bloom Tomorrow night, up there is doomed And so I will be going soon Shut your fucking face, Uncle Fucka You're a boner-biting bastard, Uncle Fucka Looks like we may be out of luck Tomorrow night, we're pretty fucked Why did our mothers start this war? What-the-fuck are they fighting for? When did this song become a marathon? (I want to be up there) When Canada is dead and gone They'll be no more Celine Dion They may cut your dick in half And serve it to a pig And though it hurts, you'll laugh And you dance a dickless jig But that's the way it goes In war you're shat upon Though we die, La Resistance lives on (I want to be up there) Blame Canada, blame Canada, blame Canada
[PAROLES/LYRICS]
God has smiled upon you this day
The fate of a nation in your hands
And blessed be the children
We who fight with all our bravery
'Til only the righteous stand
You see the distant flames
They bellow in the night
You fight in all our names
For what we know is right
And when you all get shot
And cannot carry on
Though you die, La Resistance lives on
You may get stabbed in the head
With a dagger or a sword
You may be burned to death
Or skinned alive or worse
But when they torture you
You will not feel the need to run
For, though you die, La Resistance lives on
Blame Canada, blame Canada
Because the country's gone awry
Tomorrow night, these freaks will fry
Tomorrow night our lives will change
Tomorrow night we'll be entertained
An execution, what a sight, tomorrow night
Up there there is so much room
Where babies burp and flowers bloom
Tomorrow night, up there is doomed
And so I will be going soon
Shut your fucking face, Uncle Fucka
You're a boner-biting bastard, Uncle Fucka
Looks like we may be out of luck
Tomorrow night, we're pretty fucked
Why did our mothers start this war?
What-the-fuck are they fighting for?
When did this song become a marathon?
(I want to be up there)
When Canada is dead and gone
They'll be no more Celine Dion
They may cut your dick in half
And serve it to a pig
And though it hurts, you'll laugh
And you dance a dickless jig
But that's the way it goes
In war you're shat upon
Though we die, La Resistance lives on
(I want to be up there)
Blame Canada, blame Canada, blame Canada
J'adore le moment où ils chantent