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
f** all of you a**holes
f** ska, and f** 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!