Yo Canada

I ain’t goin’ to sleep. We got tour tomorrow.

Band’s all international now, 95 Northbound.

We’ll be giggin’ in the town of Three Rivers.

London, Brampton, Guelph.

Belle scene genial up in Thetford Mines.

Moneen and Choke!

But in the morning we woke up to the terror.

An unthinkable sorrow.

A sick fanatic with an axe to grind left a world in smoke.

“Jonny, are we in a war now? Can we still do what we love?”

Hell yeah, better have your bags packed.

Cuz you know that we’ll be rollin’ six heads deep when it opens up.

Van’s comin’ in hot, Smallman’s got the shots.

Which Trash’ are we rockin’ tonight?

You can bet Marge and Gordie got the basement all sorted and that Andy’s got a joint to light.

These crazy days I always say Big Love To Canada.

My show clothes froze up.

We need chains for the tires.

And chili combos all around.

The van smells real tired.

So you can give shotgun to banana and call the office just to say:

Raise ‘em up for Gord Downie and Chi Pig.

Rest In Peace.

I’m channeling the greats.

Pristine Dean. Hope and Rush.

Gettin’ loose with the Goose in the Swars’ back yard and the lions are livin’ it up.

Stage Dives High Fives with JFK.

Sandy’s Edmonton As Fuck.

Those crazy days make me often say Big Love To Canada.

I remember kissin’ Stinkus in that hot Montreal street.

We laughed when the Professor gave that Offspring guy the creeps.

It might be snowin’ all this weekend, but we got Oakville to bring that heat on four strings.

How can we ever repay the love you gave?

We’ll die tryin’, is all I can say.

From Rain City to Thunder Bay.