:47:01
All right, men, get lots of rest...
:47:03
...and prepare to...
:47:08
After you have Terrance and Phillip,
make your way to this ridge.
:47:11
We will wait for you.
But not for long.
:47:13
So if you're not there at 10,
we'll have to leave.
:47:15
You're brave, but you'll need help
from someone who's done this before.
:47:18
Here's the address of "The Mole".
:47:21
He is an expert in covert operations.
Your first task will be obtaining him.
:47:25
Get lots of sleep. Tomorrow we will
all be risking our lives for freedom.
:47:29
God has smiled upon you this day
:47:34
The fate of a nation in your hands
:47:39
And blessed be the children here
:47:41
Who fight with all our bravery
:47:44
Till only the righteous stand
:47:49
You see the distant flames
They bellow in the night
:47:52
You fight in all our names
For what we know is right
:47:55
And when you all get shot
And cannot carry on
:47:58
Though you die, "La Résistance" lives on
:48:01
You may get stabbed in the head
With a dagger or a sword
:48:05
You may be burned to death
Or skinned alive or worse
:48:08
But when they torture you
You will not feel the need to run
:48:11
For though you die,
"La Résistance" lives on
:48:14
Blame Canada
Blame Canada
:48:17
Because the country's gone awry
Tomorrow night these freaks will fry
:48:21
Tomorrow night
Our lives will change
:48:24
Tomorrow night
We'll be entertained
:48:27
An execution, what a sight
Tomorrow night
:48:31
Up there, there's so much room
Where babies burp and flowers bloom
:48:34
Tomorrow night up there is doomed
And so I will be going soon
:48:37
Shut your fucking face
Uncle fucker
:48:39
You're a boner-biting bastard
Uncle fucker
:48:42
- Looks like we may be out of luck
- Tomorrow night, we're pretty fucked
:48:46
Why did our mothers start this war
What the fuck are they fighting for
:48:48
When did this song become a marathon
:48:51
When Canada is dead and gone
There'll be no more Celine Dion
:48:54
They may cut your dick in half
And serve it to a pig
:48:57
And though it hurts, you'll laugh
And dance a dickless jig