The hard Canadian
He don’t have much to say
But he hurts your feelings
Almost every single day
Takes a puff-a-nothing
Picks something from his tongue
He’s the hard Canadian

The hard Canadian
Doesn’t care what you do
The hard Canadian
Don’t give a damn 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
Yeah, but then he blurs the image
Drags his brush through the wet pigment
‘Cause he’s the hard Canadian

His berating heart, grown thorny with sin
And oh the silences, he don’t listen to them
Whether he’s just mean or wilfully 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