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 wankers 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
