well there's a land up in the north. where they
dress in furs an' they carry skis. and most of the
people there attack their land to get their daily
needs. and in the wealthy land, humungous forests
grew. and the place grew rich beyond belief and
now the wealth that they once had now forces
people to their knees.

Chorus:
welcome to our banana land,
our representatives exploit the land.
in the tradition of the father land. now there's a
land up in the north where they work on both sides
of the street paying workers just enough to live
and nothin' when they're out of trees.

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they got rich off our wood made as big a mess as
they could. put a stooge in the driver's seat
spend their winters in heat. tied the system in a
knot. made us beg for what we got. turned the
natives into slaves send them early graves. gave
the people a great gift. made a park from the
trees they left dedicated to the men who so kindly
left one stand. and in the north, the people o
this land don't know their goddamned history. a
constant eye gazing from above called our freedom
that's their legacy. that's their legacy, that's
their legacy. chopping down our trees, dust and
diesel everywhere pullp mills on the breeze. uh oh!