Wake up early in (karakatu), alaska We put our masks on to welcome the dawn Call the huskies and collide into their fur Fragrant in the overcast Don't be a bitter man It could be worse, A slave in belarus or A mat in japan Its cold as shit, always that way Sometimes it gets to 99 below
Ah ah ah ah Ah ah
(whoa wha-oh) I got some lovely phantasies (whoa wha-oh) I got some lovely phantasies And you got some lovely phantasies Tear off the top, let your memory pop Its running, running running, running away
After hours of fishin' through holes In the ice we drilled You told me that you had a plan Lets emigrate south to sarasota Where the marlin fishing never lets up Until you want it to end
(white men go, white men go)
White men go To pieces in the tropics I bet that is a topic You'd rather not broach Later on I'm gonna turn the heat to 10 I'll thaw your foolish dreams away
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