Woorden: Fatter Than Albert. Other. Erin's Runaway Imagination.

I can't see a peaceful face for miles,
all my friends are gone,
and I think I'm ready to go home.
I can't see a peaceful face for miles,
all my friends are gone,
and I think I'm ready to go home.
Fuck all of you assholes,
Fuck ska, and fuck this band,
trapped inside a seven man cell,
shackled at my feet and hands.

How can you speak of a light,
when there's not even a tunnel in sight?
How can you speak of a light,
when there's not even a tunnel in sight?

Just one more time and I'll quit!