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