Lyrics: D.O.A.. The Black Spot. Je Declare.

[chorus:] je declare --- what you whatcha got je declare --- fuckin' nothin'! je declare --- what you, whatcha got canada customs --- fuck that. interstate 5 tryin' to get away back to canada from the U.S.A. almost fuckin' there i drove a thousand miles i pull up to canada customs and i get a strange smile [chorus] open up the van, empty your pockets, get the drug dogs go through the wallets get the rubber gloves, these guys are scum obscene material? it's just our new album [chorus] hey that's not mine. i forgot about that i'm over the limit. some shit lickin' tax a five hour wait. i really don't mind a thousand dollar fine what else did they find?