The Hard Canadian Lyrics

The Hard Canadian, he don't have much to say
But he hurts your feelings almost every single day.
Takes a puff-a-nothin',
Picks something from his tongue,
he's the Hard Canadian.
The Hard Canadian doesn't care what you do.
The Hard Canadian doesn't give a d*** about you.
What's a windswept face,
The elusive presence of the Sun
To the Hard Canadian?

The Hard Canadian is all darkness in his heart
But for the glow of her nightgown through the dark.
Yea, but then he blurs the image,
Drags his brush through the wet pigment,
Cause he's the Hard Canadian.
His breating heart, grown thorny with sin
And oh the silences, he don't listen to them.
Whether he's just mean or willfully dense,
He says, 'from life nothing; to death nothing.'
The hard Canadian is what he throws away
And he hurt her feelings almost every single day.
Now he takes a shot of nothing,
Stares off remembering someone.
That's the hard canadian.
That's the hard canadian.
He's the hard canadian.