P喊他死餓死

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
Dont be a bitter man
It could be worse,
A slave in belarus or
A mat in japan
Its cold as ****, 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
Youd rather not broach
Later on im gonna turn the heat to 10
Ill thaw your foolish dreams away