We have no fear
It's freezing here;
In our little town called truskadeer

So walk at night,
Carry cash in daylight
If it's wrong, here- it's alright

Difficult to pass the snow-
Criminality is no go.
Go ahead, ask Johnny Black-toe

In terms of violence
There is no sense
Their wounds will freeze over hence

With so many massive banks,
Robbing one? Yeah, no thanks!
The chill's not worth any franks.

And those ghosts,
The twilight hosts,
Frozen over or to the coast!

So come on here
To truskadeer;
for those ill-fated, quite a cure.