Far Too Canadian

[D]I?m so conte[F#m]nt, [G]to stand in li[A]ne
[D]Wait and s[F#m]ee, p[G]ass the tim[A]e
[D]Talk a str[F#m]eak, f[G]all as[A]leep
[D]Wake up l[F#m]ate, wh[G]ine and w[A]eep
I kiss the hand[Bm] that slaps me senseless
[A]I?m so accepting, I am[Bm] so defen[A]seless
[Dm]I am far[Am] too Can[Dm]adian, I am far[Am] too Cana[Dm]dian

I pick the bones of what?s been done and I
Lick them clean with a cautious tongue
In dim-lit rooms, I spill my guts
I?m the revolution when the doors are shut
I?d bite the hand that slaps me senseless
But my patience, it is too relentless
I am far too Canadian, I am far too Canadian

[D]I am the f[G]ace of my co[A]untry
[F#m]Expressionless and sm[Bm]all
[D]Weak at the kn[G]ees, shaking ba[A]dly
[F#m]Can?t straighten up at al[Bm]l
I watch the sp[G]ine of my c[A]ountry b[F#m]end and b[Bm]reak
[G]I?m in a so[A]rry st[D]ate

I scratch the walls to mark the days
With my coup de tete I am locked away
With mother Jones, pots of tea
The kitchen poster, anarchy
I never march in demonstrations
I hold my breath for arbitration
I am far too Canadian, I am far too Canadian
I am far too Canadian, I am far too Canadian

[G]I am a so[A]rry s[D]tate
Won?t you w[G]elcome to the s[A]orry st[D]ate?

Just a note: most of the F
prefer.  This sounds most authentic on an acoustic.