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