Laughing all the Way to the Bank Songtext

My homeland, fixed and fettered.
Forced to face the feet of kings, gods, ministers, mayors.
Country, state, tradition have never worked
but those with noble blood just push the button and you,
you can't stand up.

Everywhere it's the same fucking crime,
from PEI dirt to Toronto grime.
Concrete, towers, burning lights -
look up at the product of someone else's vice.

RBC TD CIBC BMO
Where the fuck do you think your culture comes from?

They're laughing all the way to the bank.
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