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