01 Old Can of Duh

. .. ... you know the tune : P

Old can of duh

Bury head in taken land

Blind tainted bluff

All mother's sons demand

With morose hearts

We seethe and writhe

The true north held freely

From far and wide

A can of duh

Becomes a true calvry

God save our ship

Capsize catastrophe

If we push it

We just may live freely

Rolling back up

Like Inuit we