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Welcome Back Khadr
05:40
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Welcome Back Khadr
When they created a monster
They did a helluva job
They took a little kid and they taught him how to build a bomb
It could've been you
It could've happened to me
it was a Canadian son in a land of hostilities
Let's welcome
Welcome back Khadr
Did they teach him to hate
Did they train him to kill
Were they screaming jihad just as the bombs above them fell
When the soldiers found him
shrapnel had left him blind
Then they put two bullets in his back
It's a miracle our boy is still alive
Let's welcome
Welcome back Khadr
Welcome back
In bloody orange jumpsuits
in Guantanamo
They're caged like animals and Omar just cries for home
But it was a one-way ticket
into this black hole
The Harper regime turned their back
When the rest were rescuing their own
Let's welcome
Welcome back Khadr
This is a call for compassion and who can blame
child soldiers for being child soldiers
With a soft will so easy to break, children tragically make
child soldiers, child soldiers
Great pains are taken to rescue and undo the damage done to
child soldiers, child soldiers
Target the people who indoctrinate and charge the people who train child soldiers but NOT the child soldiers
So Canada's complicit in America's vice
violence begets violence with no end in sight
we fuel the fires of al Qaida's rage
you know anyone who's been wronged
wants justice just the same
To those still sneering like really who cares
Try Amnesty, try UNICEF, try Romeo Dallaire
So we created a monster
Well let's show them once and for all
That we in Canada believe that love can rebuild after any fall
Let's welcome, Welcome back Khadr
It's been too long, Little child soldier
We're so sorry, Little man Khadr
Welcome back
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Child Soldiers
04:51
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Child Soldiers
When you can't go home / where can you go
This is a call for compassion 'cause who can blame child soldiers
for being child soldiers?
With a soft will so easy to break, children tragically make
child soldiers, child soldiers
Can you imagine your little boy
Taken by men who only seek to destroy
Stricken with fear, no way to escape
Shaking hands with the devil's child rebel gang
They hook him on drugs, they make him obey
They'll put a gun in his little hands and then they'll say
Pull the trigger, little soldier
pull the trigger, kid...this is war
Now imagine your little girl
dragged into that hellish world
Bleeding and torn, she quickly learns
better marry one before they all have their turn
They hook her on drugs, they make her obey
And when she starts having babies, they'll face the same
Pull the trigger, little soldier
pull the trigger, kid...this is war
When you can't go home / where can you go
Great pains are taken to rescue and undo the damage done to child soldiers, child soldiers
Target the people who indoctrinate and charge the people who train child soldiers, but not the child soldiers
little soldiers, dying soldiers
our little brothers, our baby sisters
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Mama Bear
05:45
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Mama Bear picks up her cub
coming home from the casino
she dodges the landlord up the fire escape
and climbs in through the back window
She was sweet on her boyfriend
For the first two weeks that he moved in
Then somehow he lost his delivery job
He reassured “Don’t worry, babe,
‘cause time is on my side these days”
She didn’t like how that sounded...
At least there was a bright side
her son couldn’t’ve been more pleased
She caught them in a beautiful moment
over cereal one morning
He was wondering if William Tell
would’ve shot Apple Jacks as well
Then put the bowl on his head like a joke
the boy laughed when it slid off and broke
he said “Now that’s not how to have a balanced breakfast”
Mama Bear puts her cub first
Climbing in through the back window
He sits on the floor and pulls off his boots
As she reads the note on the table
At work she was under the gun
While her boyfriend played all day with her son
Mostly first person shooter games
Later one night in bed
She confessed her fears about keeping them fed
So he promised that he’d find something
Then he surprised them all
With money for groceries
Then he treated them to the circus
restaurants and bought nice things
A glow appeared on her son’s face
that she had never seen
He thought the guy was the king of all-time
Then the bottom just fell out
Her tip jar was cleaned right out
He hadn’t even left a cent
And now she couldn’t make rent
She kicked him out of her bed
And threw the jar at his head
And screamed at him as he bled
To leave and never come back again
He screamed back, he didn’t know
Where that money was meant to go
He’d get his buddy on the phone
And borrow from him what he owed
She said, “The lies never end with you, do they mister”
Mama Bear chokes back her tears
After reading the note on the table
Later that night it crushes her to hear
her son crying hard in his pillow
‘Cause it broke his sweet little heart
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No Time To Panic
03:22
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Wake up wake up wake up the room is full of smoke
Get out of bed drop to the floor this is no joke
Its raging somewhere below
The fire’s creeping up the stairs and coming into the hall
This is no time to panic no time to panic no time at all
Hide your face from the news crews the tv's burning the tv's burning
They want a shot of your tears don’t let em the tv's burning
Cant pack cant dress cant take any of this
Im sorry to tell you you cant take it with you
Stay low to the floor do you hear it the fire's at the door
Don’t yell at me I didn’t do it we don’t have time for this
Crack open the window its our only escape
Climb out now and drop to the snow below you know weve gotta go
Hide your face from the news crews the tv's burning the tv's burning
They want a shot of yr tears don’t let em the tv's burning
Cant pack cant dress cant take any pets
Im sorry to tell you you cant take it with you
You cant claim that now youll be charged with fraud
Don’t involve me in your schemes
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Driven To Distraction
04:30
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He’s a motormouth in traffic
Set on automatic pilot
His ear glued to his cell
Cruising in his Tercel
Laughing at his funny girlfriend
She drives a nice white Humvee
While her boyfriend’s talking dirty
A ball bounces off the hood
Just like a kid’s head would
She swears it was like on tv
Oh no the devil’s riding shotgun
It only takes a second - he’s killing himself laughing
Oh no they’ve got delayed reaction
driven to distraction
driven to distraction
It never passes through her headbone
That she’s flying through a school zone
Or that her focus ought
To be on the road and not
Sexy texting on her cell phone
He can’t believe her last message
She says she wants it on top of the fridge
This is too good to miss
He starts to text a kiss
Speeding to a hot date with carnage
Oh no the devil’s riding shotgun
Free evenings and weekends, talk about a bargain
Oh no they’ve got delayed reaction
They’re driven to distraction
Driven to destruction
The angel of death met them on the corner of 16th + Centre
She tore off his face and burst the Bubble Tea Café
A fiery endo through the window left no survivors
The horror the horror the horror
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Evelyn Wreckage Calgary, Alberta
Evelyn Wreckage is your left hand man, your trial by fire, your conscientious objector, your internal clock, your compass in
the dark, your believer in a burnt church, your prayer for the dying, your voice for the voiceless, your reflex in the crisis, your defender of innocents, and your last leaf stubbornly clinging to the branch even as the snow is falling.
But don't expect too much.
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