Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dear Coach's Corner , by - Propagandhi. Release date: 20.05.2010
Song language: English
Dear Coach's Corner |
| 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 Nuremberg |
| 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 yellow-ribboned lapels |
| As the soldiers inexplicably rappel |
| Down from the arena rafters |
| If it not so insane |
| They’ll 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 fucking stand it |
| Alberta-born and Prairie-raised |
| Ain’t a sheet of ice north of Fargo I ain’t played |
| Penhold to the Gatineau |
| Every fond memory of childhood that I know |
| 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 |
| If diversity is disagreement |
| Disagreement is treason |
| Well don’t be surprised if we find ourselves reaping |
| A strange and bitter fruit |
| That sad old man beside you |
| Keeps feeding to young minds as virtue |
| It takes a village to raise a child |
| A flag to raze the children |
| Till they’re nothing more than ballasts for fulfilling |
| A madman’s dream of a paradise |
| Complexity reduced to black and white |
| How do I |
| Protect her from |
| This cult of death? |