Without a say
He was born
Into this northern, cold country
Where already the ancestors
Drunk, of course
Beat their wives and kids, if they could catch them
That boy wanted to
Avoid the traditional fate of a man
"I'll never buy an ax
And I'll never drink booze
Otherwise I'll drink the house down"
The snow blanket calls for the family every winter
But he never wants to do what daddy did
But when the employment office doesn't employ
The hand of fate gives him spirits to drink
And thus the Destructive Danny is awakened again
And the shenanigans of lords grab the farmhand
He runs rapidly to the liquor store
It drives a man to desperation
When the frost destroys the grain
From amidst the cold soil silently
A cold eye stares
When the ax rises
From amidst the graves
From the soil of the earth
Fathers look proudly upon their sons
Unemployment, booze, an ax and a family
The snow blanket, the police and the final mistake
This land of thousands of sorrowful songs
Of which thousands of lakes are ran into by
A rough-worn folk who's amount of self-pity
Cannot be measured by common sense nor will Kärki decide
In every songs the keycards of life are lost
And so the gates of Heaven stay shut
They tell stories of Dave Desperate