Hands in my pocket
Cedars powdered with sugar
Icing makes the cake

She's coming to terms
With the face in the window
One beer at a time

Churches are empty
The cemeteries are full
Another beer, please

Tip toeing down the corridor
If you love me, then love me
And I shall ask for nothing more

Oh*, sway me gently
In this large rustic cradle
Which way to the Nile?

The sky is blue, but that’s nothing new
The Champlain Bridge is falling

The pipe lines blew, so let’s have a brew
The island of Montreal is rotting

They said “up the fees” and we begged them please
But this got them laughing

So we got pots and pans, did a little dance
Then bill 78 was a calling

Where the police officers, drive dodge chargers
Where the **** is your tax money going?

Its Bonjour/hi! But don’t get high
‘Cause Pauline Marois is watching

Rust covered the metal
like the print on a leopard

The city's filth gave it a gritty, sharp texture
******* me into a place I dare not venture

For the person you truly are, I will forever love you
but simply because you are human, I can’t help but hate you