Let me tell you a story about a man where I grew up long time ago They were a dozen brothers and sisters and worked with bloody sweato Six of them were very bright, they would make it through the day The other half were pitiful had to find another way The other half were fools had to work hard with their hands And make their living in the woods, working' hard for their bread Now it seems so unreal to me how someone I knew turned out to be But I'm fine and I'm well and I have a good life Now it seems so unreal to me how someone I know turned out to be A man with distorted mission from God I was only fifteen when I worked with him with axe and saw We had a big load of timber to carry home through the snow But the snow was to much and the horse got stuck it was 30 degrees below Our man was one of the stronger sort so he managed to save both horse and load When we all were safe and sound, he stared and this is what he told "If the horse had died out there I'd have k**ed you with my hands" Now it seems so unreal to me how someone I knew turned out to be But I'm fine and I'm well and I have a good life Now it seems so unreal to me how someone I know turned out to be A man with distorted mission from God The mailman in our town was a self-centred ba*tard He was abusive to the women and he made fools of the men Complains were heard from door to door but nothing was ever done A revelation came to our man while doing his evening prayer To clear this world from evil and make the world less grey So he went to the mailman and cut his throat and wiped the blood on his coat Now it seems so unreal to me how someone I knew turned out to be But I'm fine and I'm well and I have a good life Now it seems so unreal to me how someone I know turned out to be A man with distorted mission from God Twas'nt long 'til men in white coats came and took the man away from home To a place full of loonies. Where he wouldn't feel alone He was locked up like an animal and that's where he spent his life