In the middle of nowhere
Where the wild [bad word] grow
Stands a man with his chainsaw
Gloomy thoughts in his mind
Until my foot has gone to sleep I must have sawn
million blocks of wood, no payment before
What a [bad word] 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 [bad word] saw that will never work
But with a madman's eyes I carry on, nothing they can do
man with mystery
man without history
man with his story
man with mystery
man with mystery
man without history
man with his story
man with mystery