Ottawa is in northern Ontario, completely disconnected,
A place where politicians go and act like they’ve defected,
"They become instant nobodies," as Trudeau once said,
‘Cause if they don’t and vote as told they may as well be dead.
That’s why Canadian politics is locked in the status quo,
No recall, term limits or referendums, per Trudeau.
That’s why Chretien has stayed there all his adult life,
No changes, no disagreements, no improvements, no strife,
He even wrote the Charter, therefore nothing’s rearranged,
Unless seven provinces with half the people agree to the change,
And "everyone" in the world, terrorists included,
Can claim Charter rights in Canada and never be excluded.
This is the same status quo we’re stuck with day and night,
Since George the General and George the King had an awful fight,
We don’t elect our senators; they’re appointed there for life,
Or question appointed judges ‘bout their interests and past strife,
Canadians accept this dictatorship from up near the northern lights.
Strapped to autopilot, seething in silence at their subservient strife.