The removal of the Indian Act Is not myth or fiction, it's sobering fact And as real as the notes, the portraits of Jack Standing Rock steady, yeah And if you know how Oka fell And if you know your history as well Better hide! The high soul burns on light men's feet Death for noble cause makes dying sweet Oh deliver us From these sweet evangelists Down the tracks, I retraced every previous footstep Carbon tax, compassion fail and hipster blood-lets I gotta delete these scenеs I'm moved to stares and endlеss huffing Perpetuated gains help retain this mindless suffering It makes no difference With the removal of these dependencies International relations will see A downright boom and cheers galore While popcorn kernels they stick to the floor Of that battered cinemaplex Where my ethics were flexed And if that noble cause still knocks your front door Is the sacrifice the same as before? Go!