My dad liked to tell me and my brother
About his time in the Army
As he cut our hair skinhead short in the chair
In front of the frosty window
With the great view of Motherfucking, Alberta.
Unlike today, the Free World was taking it easy
On the Muslim Suicide Loons in those days
So all he killed was time in his uniformed years.
"Canada was a killing machine
Back then Beer," my dad told us
As he scraped our skulls with his dull hand clippers.
"There were wars every fucking place
Until Canada became a Killing Machine.
Mussolini, Hitler and all the rest of the
Commie motherfuckers dug their own graves
And jumped straight in when they heard the
Thunder of Manitoba coming their way."
I might have joined the Army too
Except for the skinhead haircuts
And all the French fuckers shouting orders.
"All the Army wants to hear out of you is
Oui, Oui, Oui. That was no place for me.
It is just a matter of time before they
Let cunts join the army Beer.
Fat stinking French cunts.
What the fuck kind of Army is that?"