Fatter Than Albert Erin's Runaway Imagination
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.
f..ck all of you assholes,
f..ck ska, and f..ck 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!
