To our friends, no disrespect intended
Sanction this, Mr. President.
Canada is not, up for rent.
Talking about, world presence.
It’s time we built, ourselves a fence.
Why is the price of oil so high.
Why do you send, your youth to die.
You claim to be, a god fear nation.
I can't believe it, part of creation.
When is your plan, to walk right through.
That line dividing us, from you.
You think we'll take it, sitting down.
You'll see our smile, turn into frown.
So, sanction this, Mr. President.
Think twice before you pitch that tent.
I'm pretty sure, if you want more.
We burnt that house, of white before.
This land of ours, is not yours to take.
This land of ours, for heaven’s sake.
Will have to be the starting place.
That slaps you good, right in your face.