This is a song about "Live in the upper penisula"

We in canada got 170,000 men though... uhh oh. i think we got the upper hand.

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

I think everyone remembers the treatment by the upper-class,

Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step

Actual live in the flesh, live on the set,

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

But we'll have a world that the children can live in

Live long in the hands of my own, 

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Live in a villa the condo/

What's the deal with the nets though

We can't live here in the system

I'm a son of a gun