Oka Everywhere - Propagandhi

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?