All's not well in the land of snow
Friendships lost as the cold now grows
Greed had shrunk the trust to part
All man for himself with no love from the heart
How can this go on
Unless they dump it on thee
For a life paid in taxes
As a thousand different fees
While they drink flutes of champagne
And party from dusk until dawn
On the life blood off your table
They feast and they gorge
But now the meats all gone
And the be nary a bone to pick
The vultures are screaming
And the sound is quite thick
They hunger for scraps of what's left from be for
Another round off the table
To pick off the shreds from before
A little more buy
From a lot more snow
A try for an able
The last chance for the show