Slag Heap Love
It fits like a glove
It's a heart made of steel
It's a slag heap love
It breathes in the cold
It feeds in the dark
It lives in the heart of industrial parks
It's a slag heap of love.
Well I get on the bus in Kapuskasing.
Got to get back to my baby.
She works in the supermarket right across the parking lot.
She wonders if I'll pick her up
I wonder does she care a lot.
We wonder if it's all there is or
If we're in the dark about it.
Talk about it.
Oh Canada our home and native land
True patriot love in all thy son's command;
With glowing hearts we see thee rise
The true north strong and freezing.
We want more than a stupid corner store
Selling smokes and combs and chocolate bars
And alcohol to grease balls
More than a chuck blade roast and a frost bit strip
And the heavenly, heavenly host
We're just hanging 'round the laundry mat
Talking 'bout real life and where it's at
Round the corner.
'Round the corner by the Super Stack
Slag Heap Love
It fits like a glove
It's a heart made of steel
It's a slag heap love
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