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!
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