The winter puts a crop of bikes on ice
Mushkegowuk for Cree, for us Moose Factory
All up the coast of the bay the ghosts loom large
Forts Albany and Frances, stories and scars
Hear what they say, leering out from the ashes like some fascist parade
Still haunts today
Ghosts of pride and power, a supremacist wave
Yeah we took too much, and there's more to lose
And we promise it won't be like last time
Have we had enough? 'Cause it's time to prove
That it really won't just be like last time
Like last time
And they walk their sacred paths for thousands of kilometres
And they always look back, yeah they always look back
Yeah they walk their secret paths for thousands of kilometres
And we say that we're sorry, we say that we're sorry
But we took too much, and there's more to lose
And we promise it won't be like last time
Have we had enough? 'Cause it's time to prove
That it really won't just be like last time
Like last time