Life in New Zealand is pleasant enough
When we turn 22 it's not violent enough
We want fast pace & fast trains &
Much bigger clubs
We want money & kudos &
Much stronger drugs

We skimp we save we go overseas
We pimp we slave so we get what we need
When we get there we try very hard to believe
That it's better

When we go overseas to a much bigger place
We still doing the same things
But not with much space
On the subways and airplanes
There's no friendly faces
We're working so hard
That the history is wasted

We skimp we save we go overseas
We leave those behind who give us what we need
In two years we return with a sigh of relief
But we say it was better