Tundra Kids Lyrics - No Trigger

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 buzz cuts 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 six or seven 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 sensors reading low on oxygen 

We ask ourselves some simple questions 

If not us, who? 

If not now, when?