Made In Canada

(ah-ah) Made in Canada CBC radio taught me what to think and believe

At breakfast they counted

the air I breathe

A badge by the counter said step out in line My coffee

went cold while they measured my mind I smiled for the camera

above the machine

They stamp my name on a paper moon

Say keep your face up,

we'll be leaving soon From the red booth door to the quiet

van

Heaven has a schedule in a government hand

Made in Canada, printed on my skin

Made in Canada, let the sirens grin

If I vanish with the morning snow

Tell my mother I was cleared to go

Made in Canada, beautiful and strange

I report to a Carney,

I report to a clown

They pass me a number and turn me around

From Tim Hortons booths to the morgue down the road They call

it going to heaven when the paperwork's closed My name tag shines

while the sirens lean

The escort smiles with a clipboard heart Says don't be scared,

it's a national art Sign by the X and surrender the scene

Heaven is clean, heaven is clean

Made in Canada, printed on my skin

Made in Canada, let the sirens grin

If I vanish with the morning snow

Tell my mother I was cleared to go

Made in Canada, beautiful and strange

(ah) (ooh) Made in Canada,

printed on my skin

Made in Canada, where the good kids grin

If I vanish with the morning snow

Tell my mother I was cleared to go

Made in Canada, beautiful and strange

Made in Canada

They say, come with me,

you are my precious