My dad was an old carpenter
Maybe the saw was too dull
Or,perhaps,the plane too sharp
That old man always thought about while waking up drunken
Every night got hit
Sometimes got nearly stabbed by a knife
a Man can die from a kiss
I often heard
Under the Northern sky
Subsisted the poor people
Loaning from the rich
They realized their dreams
Bare footed through Africa
We had to leave the village
When drought sucked water from the well
Exhausted from rage
I decided to lead the tribe
Where is water
Where the lakes freezes in winter
Now it's time for others to serve
Us in turn
Under the Northern sky
Subsisted the poor people
Loaning from the rich
They realized their dreams
My pith helmet can take the radiation
I sent a picture card home
Wrote,"greetings from the Andie's"
As I was seeking comfort from young maiden's hips
How thin is that layer,some ozone
Is a puzzle
Now as the hair is already ablating
Since I got skin cancer
Under the Northern sky
Subsisted the poor people
Loaning from the rich
They realized their dreams