DESCRIPTION:
cover of a 1996 track written by Propagandhi.
released in 2011 as a split 7", with Ruiner, for Suburban Home's Under the Influence series, volume 14.

LYRICS:

Does it seem strange to you?
Confetti, the balloons,
the mile-wide grins,
the victory dance to welcome in the heir
to a state of disrepair?
Sure seems strange to me.

They're acting like they won the lottery!
Shouldn't they feel terror at the task that lies ahead?
To feed and house the people this system's left for dead.
Could have hit the nail much harder on the head?
It's profits before lives, they are motivated by greed.

First they taught us to depend on our nation-states to mend
our tired minds, our broken bones, our bleeding limbs,
and now they've sold off all the splints
and contracted out the tourniquets
and if we jump through hoops then we might just survive.

(Is it strange to you?
Confetti, the balloons?) x2

First they taught us to depend on our nation-states to mend
our tired minds, our broken bones, our bleeding limbs,
and they've sold off all the splints
and contracted out the tourniquets
and if we jump through hoops
and if we jump through hoops
and if we jump through hoops then we might just
we might just survive.

Is this what we deserve?
To scrub the palace floors
and fight amongst ourselves
as we scramble for the crumbs they spit out,
frothing at the mouth about the
scapegoats that they've chosen for us?
With every racist pointed finger
I can hear the goose-steps getting closer.

They no longer represent us.
Is it not our obligation (obligation)
to confront this tyranny?
To confront this tyranny?

Does it seem strange to you?
Confetti, the balloons, the mile wide grin?
It sure seems strange to me,
it sure seems strange to me.