作曲 : David Arthur Brown

It's 8 AM

The winter sun is weak and it's gray and it's grim

And the mud stained windows

Don't let a whole lot in

13 strangers in a rundown yellow van

And the boys' breath and the men's breath

Both smell like last night's beer and vodka runs

Like father like father

Like son

There's a quiet desperation

In this academic suburb

North of Kingdom Come

But it's home

The people's loss

Is lying there beneath the permafrost

Bankers and some clever oligarchs

Prowl the Taiga like hungry

Tiger sharks

And the boys' breath and the men's breath

Both smell like last night's beer and vodka runs

Like father like father

Like son

There's a quiet desperation

In this academic suburb

North of Kingdom Come

But it's home