The best thing I ever saw on TV Was that S.Q. cop catching a bullet with his teeth Condolence, madame Canadiana But your husband was a fucking stuck pig But this song's not about some romantic account of history It's not about martyrs or mythos or heroes or burnings-in-effigy It's about a native kid flipping her lid just trying to keep some self-respect intact It's about an oka the size of a fist in resistance and a will to fight back The girls at work, they still deny their racism They claim tolerance for all But it seems the degree of only racial slurs is their gauge And it defines tolerance as hate And there's 27 million "girls-at-work" here Imagine fighting that 500 years And golly-gee, how valiant how the white oppressor makes allowance For calculated gestures of insurgence All tightly tethered to their purses/purpose Oka had this orchestra aborted Oka fucked their rules to choose a future self-determined And I support it And the best thing I think I ever said If a Kevin Kostner Kavalry is your means to their end Then the struggle is dead Why do we pretend that our approval is upon what they depend?