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