Propagandhi - Dear Coaches Corner lyrics

(Chris Hannah) Dear Ron MacLean Dear Coach's Corner I'm writing in order For someone to explain To my niece the distinction Between these mandatory pre-game group rites of submission And the rallies at Nuremberg Specifically the function The ritual serves in conjunction With what everybody knows Is in the end a kid's game I'm just appealing to your sense of fair play When I say she's puzzled by This incessant pressure for her to not defy Collective will [and] yellow-ribboned lapels As the soldiers inexplicably repel Down from the arena rafters If it not so insane They'll be grounds for screaming laughter Dear Ron MacLean I wouldn't bother with these questions If I didn't sense some spiritual connection We may not be the same But it's not like we're from different planets We both love this game so much we can hardly f**ing stand it Alberta-born and Prairie-raised Ain't a sheet of ice north of Fargo I ain't played Penhold to the Gatineau Every fond memory of childhood that I know [Is] somehow connected To the culture of This game; I just can't let it go I guess it comes down to What kind of world you want to live in If diversity is disagreement Disagreement is treason Well don't be surprised if we find ourselves reaping A strange and bitter fruit That sad old man beside you Keeps feeding to young minds as virtue It takes a village to raise a child A flag to raze the children Till they're nothing more than ballasts for fulfilling A madman's dream of a paradise Complexity reduced to black and white How do I Protect her from This cult of d**h?