Propagandhi - Dear Coach's Corner lyrics

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 Nuremburg, 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 Which, if not so insane, would 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, prairie-raised Ain't a sheet of ice north of Fargo I ain't played From 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 Diversity is disagreement, disagreement is treason Well, don't be surprised if we find ourselves reaping A strange and bitter fruit that that sad old man beside you Keeps feeding to young minds as virtue It takes a village to raise a child, just a flag to raze the children Until they're nothing more than ballast 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?