God has smiled upon you, this day
The fate of a nation in your hands
And blessed be the children
Who'll fight with all our bravery
Till only the righteous stand

You'll see the distant flames, they bellow in the night
You'll fight in all our names, for what we know is right
And when you all get shot, and cannot carry on
Though you die, la resistance lives on
You may get stabbed in the head, with a dagger or a sword
You may be burned to death, or skinned alive, or worse
But when they torture you, you will not feel the need to run for,
Though you die, la resistance lives on

Sheila: Blame Canada, blame Canada
Because the country's gone awry
Tomorrow night these freaks will fry

Soldiers: tomorrow night, our lives will change
Tomorrow night, we'll be entertained
An execution, what a sight tomorrow night

Satan: up there, there is so much room
Where babies burp, and flowers bloom
Tomorrow night up there is doomed
And so, I will be going soon

Terrance and Phillip: shut your fucking face, uncle fucka
You're a boner-biting bastard, uncle fucka
Looks like we may be out of luck
Tomorrow night, we're pretty fucked

Why did our mothers start this war?
What the fuck are they fighting for?
When did this song become a marathon?
Satan: I want to be up there
Sheila: When Canada is dead and gone
There'll be no more Celine Dion

They may cut your dick in half (tomorrow night)
And serve it to a pig (our lives will change)
And though it hurts, you'll laugh (tomorrow night)
And dance a dickless jig (we'll be entertained)
But that's the way it goes (an execution?)
In war, you are shat upon (what a sight)
Though you die (tomorrow night)

La resistance lives on
Blame Canada, blame Canada
Blame Canada, blame Canada