I smoked a pack of cigarettes before midday I coughed up a lung around one I can't see a thing through my eyes that sting I can't remember having so much fun I've never had so much fun Can't drink the water in Sydney Can't eat the food in Japan Can't breath the air in Los Angeles but a million people think they can These wa*kers filled up with hatred Why expect any less They can't decide about genocide I think it's time that they took a rest I try to compensate blindly for mistakes Try to make things right For all my redemption I've the best intentions But it's always ending up in a fight