These winds will kill you if you're not wrapped up just right
You gotta have a bit of tough skin, have someone to love you at night
I've been here twenty-four years, and I'm still not used to it

And I still want out of here

Oh, Michigan. Oh, Michigan winter,

you're not my friend, sinner

And I scheme, and I dream, and I want many things

And I hope, and I plead, but all I do is bleed
And I try, and I fight, but there's no end in sight
But there's no end in sight for me


Oh, Michigan. Oh, Michigan winter,
you're not my friend, sinner


And the Midwest will eat you alive
If creative ways is how you thrive

That's just a hobby, not a real career,
Oh, the real world is unforgiving!
And without money you'll never survive, dear.

You'll never survive here.

Oh, Michigan. Oh, Michigan winter,

you're not my friend, sinner

Oh Michigan

Oh Michigan, winter
You're not my friend
You're not my friend, sinners

You're not my friend
You're not my friend
You're not my friend

You're not my friend