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. 
Fuck all of you assholes, 
Fuck ska, and fuck this band, 
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!