The hard Canadian He don’t have much to say But he hurts your feelings Almost every single day Takes a puff-a-nothing Picks something from his tongue He’s the hard Canadian
The hard Canadian Doesn’t care what you do The hard Canadian Don’t give a damn about you What’s a windswept face The elusive presence of the sun To the hard Canadian?
The hard Canadian Is all darkness in his heart But for the glow of her nightgown Through the dark Yeah, but then he blurs the image Drags his brush through the wet pigment ‘Cause he’s the hard Canadian
His berating heart, grown thorny with sin And oh the silences, he don’t listen to them Whether he’s just mean or wilfully dense He says, “From life nothing; to death nothing”
The hard Canadian Is what he throws away And he hurt her feelings Almost every single day Now he takes a shot of nothing Stares off remembering someone That’s the hard Canadian That’s the hard Canadian He’s the hard Canadian
