Beth McKenna: Saxophone
Daniel Grégorie: Batterie, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Basse
Bill Szawlowski: Synthé
J.P. Mortier: Vocales, guitare électrique, claviers

Sons of steel
Lie to me, lie to you
Statistics, are they false or untrue ?
Follow you, follow me
To be slaves to technology.

You are what you know
And what you read
This data is all that you need.
Sons of steel
Provide you content
Do you really know of their intent ?

Sons of steel
Under stress
Your status is one big distress.
Talk to the world
On your laptops and phones
A conversation that keeps you alone.

Daniel Grégorie: Batterie, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Chapman Stick
J.P. Mortier: Vocales, guitare acoustique, guitar électrique, effets sonores

I’ve known no war
No country worth dying for
Not a question of security
Has someone here come to rescue me ?

Way too young for Vietnam
Iraq was just another sham
A video war game in my hands
A distant problem for a foreign land.

I’ve known no war
No religion worth dying for
Those who preach by belief
Are the first ones armed to the teeth.

I’ve known no war
No cause worth believing for
Won’t contribute to my demise
By opening your brand new franchise.

I’ve known no war
No ideology worth fighting for
Take the headlines from the cold war years
Insert terrorist for communist here … and here.

You think you’re protecting your family
And your homeland security
You’re just fighting for refineries
Sweat shops and third world factories.

I’ve known no war
No nation worth fighting for
Take your crusade elsewhere please
I won’t be spreading your disease

I’ve known no war
I’ve known no war

Daniel Grégorie: Batterie, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Basse
J.P. Mortier: Vocales, e-bow, guitare électrique, guitare acoustique, claviers

Go to school Learn the rules
Get the tools To be cool I’ve paid

Find a job Please the boss
For a pay Pay the cost I’ve paid

Find a girl Find a woman
Find a lover Wife and mother I’ve paid

Wash the clothes Pick up groceries
Pick up kids Stuck in traffic I’ve paid

Pay the taxes Pay the banker
Pay the misers Pay the doctor I’ve paid

Pay to work Pay to play
Pay to gas Pay to drive Pay to park

Then the phone Then the water
House and car Then the power I’ve paid

Pay online Cash or credit
Direct deposit Debt or debit I’ve paid

From bill to bill Cheque to cheque
Rent to rent Where’s my payment ? I’ve paid

Education Occupation
Vacation Retirement Cremation

Go to Heaven Go to Hell
And St Peter will Send you the bill.

Sienna Dahlen: Vocales
Stéfane Pelletier: Guitare « Castillo »
Daniel Grégorie: Batterie, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Basse
Bill Szawlowski: Guitare électrique
J.P. Mortier: Vocales, e-bow, guitare acoustique, guitare électrique

This is my resurrection
Coming back to kick your ass
The time to speak is long past
It’s now time to act.

The lowest common denominator
Is now in power
Time to rise up
Reclaim what is ours.

You hold the aces
But we’re 99 against one
If we stand together
They’ll know we’ll have won.

The real enemy here is not consensus, it’s apathy
The world keeps us numb, the schools keep us dumb
We’re not connected with reality.

We need to shake off this lethargy
Sever the chain of command
Break down all the comforts and rise from the suburbs
And mercy is all you’ll demand.

You hold the aces
But we’re 99 against one
If we stand together
They’ll know we’ll have won.

The trolls are out in the open
And it’s hunting season
The hermit in his kingdom
The rich man in his mansion
Fingers on the trigger

This is my comeback
A figment of my resurrection.

Beth McKenna: Saxophone
Sienna Dahlen: Vocales
Daniel Grégorie: Batterie, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Basse
Bill Szawlowski: Guitare électrique
J.P. Mortier: Vocalrs, guitare électrique, guitare acoustique

My world, my world, my world
Is a world of steel.
My world, my world, my world
Is a world of order.
These laws, these rules
All of this justice.
This authority sends you to the shelters
And to the hospice.

Throw in the towel right into the ring.

But I’m lucky, I’m lucky, I’m lucky
I’m the right gender.
I’m lucky, I’m lucky, I’m lucky
I’m the right colour.
But I don’t want it, I don’t want it
The world’s just too heavy.
All ties have broken down
Too much cost being levied.

So much for the home of the brave.

Equality and security
Is not what it ought to be.
If two out of three vote for the fool
Is this democracy ?

Is this really the land of the free ?

If my brother can’t be free
My sister can’t be free
If my children can’t be free
Then I am not free

If just one man isn’t free
One woman isn’t free
If just one child isn’t free
Then we are not free
We are not free We are not free
We are not free We are not free

Kimberly Bourgeois: Choeurs
Daniel Grégorie: Batterie, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Basse
J.P. Mortier: Vocales, claviers, guitare électrique

I want to be an American
Drive a big, black car
Take my blue eyed girlfriend for a burger and a coke
Catch a drive-in under the stars

We could have fun at the firing range
Or take a boardwalk stroll
Go for a ride on the interstate
Cruising while listening to some rock & roll.

I want to be an American

We could go to church on Sunday
Watch a football game
With God on our side, we’d make fun
Of the handicapped and the lame.

I want to be an American
Invade some foreign country
Everyone would smile and wave
Cause they all want to be me

I want to be an American

Don’t you want to be an American too ? I got a truck, got a truck, got a truck
Don’t you want to spend the day at the zoo ? I got a truck, got a truck, got a truck
Don’t you want to be an American too ? I got a truck, got a truck, got a truck
I want to be an American like you, like you

I want to be an American
We could all dress the same
Waving our flags in the air
All lit up with the same flame

I want to be an American

Daniel Grégorie: Batterie, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Basse
J.P. Mortier: Vocales, guitare électrique, guitare acoustique

Who decides where I live
Who decides how I die
Zoning laws, golden rules
Set by a gang of fools
But anarchy doesn’t work
Leave those fuckers in the dirt
Baby, don’t look at me
Because I’m not the one

Who decides It ain’t me, it ain’t me

DNA, chromosomes
All those plans in your hormones
All these quirks of the soul
There is none you can control
Is it my heart, is it my head
Is it my sex, is it my drive
Baby don’t look at me
It sure ain’t my mind

Who decides It ain’t me, it ain’t me
Who decides It ain’t me, it ain’t me

Who decides who goes to war
Who decides to take a life
Must you carry a gun to protect
Your children and your wife

Is it government, is it fate
Is it God and your bloody faith
Baby, don’t look at me
Cause I’m not the one

Who decides It ain’t me, it ain’t me
Who decides It ain’t me, it ain’t me

Beth McKenna: Saxophone
J.P. Mortier: Guitare électrique, claviers

Instrumentale

J.P. Mortier: Vocales, guitare électrique, basse, piano, claviers, programmation des percussions, effets sonores

When you’ve lost the will to live
Looking for the sun on a cloudy day
And you’ve crossed the hills and valleys
Looking for lost causes along the way

D’où venons-nous ? Que sommes-nous ? Ou allons-nous ?

I’ve reached my breaking point
Disowned my need for redemption
I’ve breached my hard limit
Sown the seeds of my destruction

Will we live long enough to see what we’ve done ?
See what we’ve done

The game is played, the cards were trumped
The deal was stacked, the sprinter has jumped
The dice was loaded, the treasures hoarded
The bank has closed, the houses boarded

Acks a niss nehgh
Halups ana shway
Abss woah manaps nuss nawh
De rahs was layheth

Haks iniss snehks

Nothing works unless you grease the hand
That decides when to pay the band
It’s going on throughout the land
Your suburban life, head in the sand

Where do we come from ? What are we ? Where are we going ?

Daniel Grégorie: Batterie, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Basse
J.P. Mortier: E-bow, guitare électrique, guitare acousticque, piano, claviers

Instrumentale

Bill Szawlowski: Effets sonores
J.P. Mortier: Vocales, guitare acoustique guitar, guitare électrique, claviers, basse, programmation des percussions

In times of shadows
Deep into the night
Your love is all
That shines through the night
In times of sadness
In times of madness
In the deepest fathoms
Your love burns bright

In times of shadows

In times of war
In times of hate
That’s when your heart
Helps me escape
In times of trouble
When I lose my faith
You are my guide
Show me the way

In times of war

This is a time for forgiveness
Make things right
Your love is my star
That lights up my night

In times of shadows
Deep into the night
Your love is all
That shines tonight

In times of shadows

Daniel Grégorie: Batterie, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Basse
J.P. Mortier: Vocales, guitare acoustique, guitare électrique

Simple man, where have you been ?
You’re nowhere to be found
Working man, let your voice be heard
You haven’t made a sound
Simple man, we need your wisdom
We haven’t seen you around
Honest man, where are you values ?
Have they gone aground ?

Simple man, you left us all alone
Nowhere to be found
Simple man, you left me all alone
And nowhere to be found

God fearing man, why’d you need a gun
To spread the good news
Pious man, liar or hypocrite
Impose your views on the world
Preacher man, there’s no fish with legs
In your theatre of the absurd

Simple man, turn your ship astern
Nowhere to be heard
Simple man, let your thoughts be known
You’re nowhere to be heard

Build your house upon this rock
While the world runs amok
The Indians are without a chief
The tree hasn’t got a leaf
And the bullpen has no relief

Level headed man, where have you been ?
You’re nowhere to be seen
Righteous man, drop that weapon
Nothing is as it seems

Simple man, you left us all alone
Nowhere to be seen
Simple man, you left me all alone
Nowhere to be seen

Everyone posts their rants and rave
Ready to dance upon your grave
The boat ran aground on the reef
While the captain sleeps at the wheel
Let the leaders be revealed

Simple man, you left us all alone
Nowhere to be found
Simple man, you left me all alone
Nowhere to be found
Simple man, you left us all alone
Nowhere to be found
Simple man, you left me all alone
Nowhere to be found