You wake up late day is still dawning
You get out on the road
You meet up with a man his face is well worn in
He's carrying a load
On the way to paradise
Summer rain falls, so you head for some shelter
Close to a wall
See a lady dressed in chance you try to help her
She heeds your call
On the way to paradise
Ornamental or warm and gentle
On the way to paradise asyou will someday
You find a hidden door that leads to a garden
And venture through
Sunshines bright a witness to pardon
The world that you knew
On the way to paradise
All is well on the distant horizon
It's there in wait
Get so close, you grow so much wiser
But wake up late
On the way to paradise
Ornamental or warm and gentle
Can you tell heaven from hell
As you will somedayEvery new government's more expensive than the last,
watch the fresh ways they have to waste our taxes fast.
You can try to hang me. I'll make sure the rope gets broke.
Proving once again, this country's justice is a joke.
I'm in love with the system, always all alone.
I'm in love with the system, never going home.
I'm in love with the system, never find no work.
I'm in love with the system not myself.
He don't care for issues like national unity,
or conscription, or who owns the fleur de lis.
Donnez lui ce quils ont choisiraient.
Vive la Quebec Libre et vive les separatistes.
He's in love with the system, always all alone.
He's in love with the system, never going home.
He's in love with the system, never finds no work.
He's in love with the system, what a jerk.
He thinks unemployment is the government's fault.
He wants to bring the system to a crashing halt.
He wants something to do. He needs money today.
Working at the post office just to strike for higher pay.
He's in love with the system, always all alone.
He's in love with the system, never going home.
He's in love with the system, never finds no work.
He's in love with the system not himself. (repeated)