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.
$#&@ all of you $$#holes,
$#&@ ska, and $#&@ 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!