G C
I've been from the grey Atlantic to the green Pacific,
G C
I've seen countless beautiful things in between; seen some that were horrific.
B C D
Y'know I don't think that the ratio is better than anywhere else,
B C D
Consequently I'm not sure why you're so full of yourself.
C G C
Your displaced narcissism strikes me as neurotic,
B C D
And y'know I'm proud to be . . .
G
Unpatriotic.
[same progression as first verse]
It's not that I don't love the place that I grew up,
And y'know I think my neighbours are, well they're just fine.
But I don't see what that has to do with lines on a map.
No, I don't see what that has to do with flags, anthems, and all that crap.
I think the national mythos is utterly moronic,
And y'know I'll always be . . .
Unpatriotic.
C D G C
I've stood in the shadow of the statue of Cornwallis,
C D G
Looked from Quebec over the plains of Abraham.
C D G C
I've hear the stories of Grand Dérangements and genocides.
C D G
Rode the CP line, across this stolen land.
C D
[Verse progression]
I've been from the green Pacific to the grey Atlantic,
I've met heartless men in suits and hopeless romantics.
'Cos people are all different, no matter where they're from.
The difference that concerns me is, "Who's got the power? Who's got the guns?"
They're the ones who sing us songs of glory and of pride,
[two extra line of C/G here!]
They're the ones who send us off to foreign lands to die,
Hiding behind flags, they're cowardly and despotic.
And that's why I will always be . . .
Unpatriotic.
The life we have conferred upon these objects confronts us as something hostile and alien.
Formerly Virgin Molotov Cocktail (11/10/2004 - 21/08/2013)