| Lyrics: | In the middle of nowhere
Where the wild spruces grow
Stands a man with his
chainsaw
Gloomy thoughts in his mind
Until my foot has gone to sleep I must have sawn
A
million blocks of wood, no payment before
What a hell did I do wrong to deserve this
trade
Feels like I'm a marionette, an errand boy, a slave
But I never give up
I will
never give up
Gnawing bones, muscle cramps, backache
Coldness, warmth, heavy rains,
mosquitos
And this goddamn saw that will never work
But with a madman's eyes I carry on,
nothing they can do
A man with mystery
A man without history
A man with his story
A
man with mystery
A man with mystery
A man without history
A man with his story
A man
with mystery |
