Frenchmen came from France To exterminate indians Satisfy their appetite for genocide They proliferated like vermin So today we are millions Dreaming of destruction Waiting for secession Preparing the final assault To avenge the plains of Abraham insult Dreaming of pogroms and referendums Reading Mein Kampf and Lionel Groulx' anthology Not giving a shit about the right of minorities To ignore our half-dead tongue,you know we're wrong Why don't you open your eyes And you will see that Canada is not our country How do you want me to identify With a country where human rights are king An open minded land where multi-culturism is the thing Don't you see my heart is full of hatred Retrograde ideas, racist beliefs There is no place there for a maple leaf Between two mouthfulls of pea soup I count my munitions, I polish my .22 I wanna crush this miserable beaver under my thomb Strangle ministers, wear brown shirts, plant bombs I like the sound of the boots in the military march And the Parti Québécois membership cards Why don't you set me free, why don't you see That Canada is not my country Canada is not my country