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Apon are arrival once at times seemed questionable
We were greated by none.
hawaii had spoiled us to all other airport experiences
Were else could a half hunover  yet slighty buzzed  madman
stumble from a plane to encounter a beautiful woman in a grass
and cocunut bra once even now made me thirst for for a pina collada.

But in in canada there was nothing  to greet us there but cold
As we stumbbled around dressed like soon to be doomed criminals awaitting trial.

Cananda its slogan should have been.
Welcome to Cannada  it's really ******* cold.
But we knew where to find warmth in this enviroment.
Or for that matter any enviroment.
For we were drunks or as i liked to think of it consistant drinkers

And on are journey into this land of freezing weather maple syrup
and ice hockey.
We had one true goal.
we had come to drink Cannada dry.

No bar would untouched No bottle would not know are name.
we would hit on many women.
Score with a few and say we had slept with many.

I was a religeous man and i need to get in touch with with the spirts
The spirts of Canadian mist  Jim beam  And my old stand by spirt Gin


It was a bold mission for which we had set forth.
Are livers were alredy beaten to almost a pulp but
we still somehow still walked and functioned in disquise of
semi normal human beings  but nothing was further from the truth

we were writters was ment we were professional crazy people
On a mission to depleet this icey land of its alcohol
an drink canada dry
ioan pearce Feb 2010
religeous rulers point the way,
prophets promise glory day,
we selected you to stand,
die for power, greed, and land,
heaven waits with golden gates,
eternity and peace awaits.

prime minister, or president,
never go where you get sent,
politicians telling lies,
young men dream thro rambo eyes,
fight for country, king or queen,
blood on your hands,  mine are clean.

misled martyrs, fighting wars,
greedy leaders selfish cause,
soldiers bleed on foriegn  sand,
frontline battles cowards planned,
no turkey this year wrapped in foil,
fight for freedom....or is it oil?

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