Sudbury

Ottawa, Pembroke, Petawawa, North Bay
800 737 spruces
500 miles of asphalt under my van
And I finally see Sudbury coming

To make 25 cents
Also known as thirty cents
The men came here to dig a hole
Every day, sweating their asses off
They extract the nickel
To feed the parking meters
The Sprite machines
The pool tables and the dirty beggars
Who are such a pain in Sudbury
It's long, it's Ontario
It's long, it's Ontario

Sitting here on my bed
I look through the window
At the Sobeys parking lot
Where a worrying number of obese people
Walk with their arms full
Of ground beef, corn dogs, Pepsi,
Disgusting things
I watch them while spreading butter on my
burnt toast
That's always buttered in Sudbury
It's long, it's Ontario
It's long, it's Ontario

The miner is bored at the bottom of the mine
While at home, his wife waits for him in
her leggings
Tonight they'll eat hamburgers
They'll watch a movie with Arnold
Schwarzenegger
They'll browse through the Canadian Tire catalog
Then they'll go to bed tired in Sudbury

Spruce, rolls of fat
Mustaches, caps
4x4s, hunting rifles, etc
Every morning of the month Radio-Canada pays me
To wake up
The last resistors who still think
That their dialect isn't dead
Forgotten, buried in Sudbury
It's long, it's Ontario
It's long, it's Ontario
It's long, it's Ontario