Oh Canada, I stand on guard for a lot   But just last week a white girl was shot   Outside a shopping mall   Yeah, it's written in the press   That your sweet little town   Has lost it's innocence      It's not the year of the gun   We don't say it out loud   There are no headlines   When a black girl dies   It's not the lack of a sense   It's called ambivalence      All still in their lanes   Under rush hour lights   There's one head to a car   But you act so surprised      When the snow don't come   You can't swim in the lakes   Now it's hotter than hell   In a bed you won't make      It's not the lack of a sense   It's called ambivalence      Up on the hill, is the best real estate   Just to get in you have to sell off your faith   'Cause in the valley below   There is crack and young girls   But you don't have to believe   What stays out of your world