Where the wild spruces grow Stands a man with his chainsaw Gloomy thoughts in his mind 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 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