Products of lust through incidental reproduction
A group of kids stuffed, primed and fated for self-destruction
Four or five years will get the job done
Sometimes advancement comes with two or even none

But let me tell you
With buzzcuts looking horrible and Tom needing de-lousing
With the finest olive snowsuits on
And goggles for reflected sun
We sing old-fashioned songs
And trudge through low-income housing

We press on, we press on
I'm guessing that we're close
I see some Eskimos
Lost 6 or 7 toes
And I can finally say that we'll never make it home
It's all we know

And snowshoeing is fucking tough within
This arctic circle pit, but I've danced worse than this
The northern lights try to reflect the path
At 30 centigrade below the zero mark

The top of the world is calling
With censors reading low on oxygen
We ask ourselves some simple questions
If not us, who? If not now, when?


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    General Commentthe toms of no trigger are very sensitive to the eskimos issues. awesome song
    punks not passeon October 02, 2006   Link
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    General Commentfucking sick.
    Maycombon February 01, 2007   Link
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    General CommentLife on the road. It's hard work putting your life on hold for a punk band. Living out most of your life exhausted on a stage or in the back of an ass-smelling van. But then, with so many things needing to be said out there.. Well. "If not us, who? If not now, when?"
    Haanzon November 06, 2007   Link

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