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!