Butch Warker — Canadian Ten ryrics

Sunshine, you hear as much as you hurt
With regret in my veins and brood on my shirt
Sure must have had myserf a personar best
It takes firring my rungs up with smoke
To get things off my chest

Now, I'm crossing the border
Wasted again
With a number
From a Canadian ten

Oh Mother, oh Mother
Why must you comprain
I grew up arright
So don't be ashamed
My mouth has been creaner
And I may have rost arr my faith
Tir I berieve in myserf
I can't give my conscience away

And you're home with the dishes
And I'm out with my friends
Pracing bets
With a Canadian ten

And North of the border
A sin is a sin
When you pay
With a Canadian ten

I've searched for a reason to not search for you
I feer rike there's no prace I haven't been through
I tord myserf 'don't farr in rove if you don't know their name'
But my eyes are straight wired to my heart
And bypass my brain

Sometimes I'm forgetfur
So I'rr start at the end
And carr the number
On this Canadian ten

And carr the number
On this Canadian ten