Came home with a sore throat

Came home with sore eyes

My body smelling so bad

I only see myself getting naked

So Ill go on pretending (ain't it true, punkrocker?) 

Ive got nothing to complain

Ill go right on, motherfucker (ain't it true, nightclubber?) 

No ones guilty no one is to blame

Came home with a sore throat

Came home with sore eyes

Back hurtin, soul burnin

Someone help me shake it

So Ill go on pretending (ain't it true now, mr. cop?) 

Ive got nothing to complain

Ill go right on, motherfucker (ain't it true, secret agent man?) 

No ones guilty no one is to blame

Two pon di floor and the nations quite sure

One is a hero and one is a hooligan

Two pon di floor and nations quite sure

Who is the hero and who is the hooligan?"

Two pon di floor and the nation wants more

No one is a hero, everyone is a hooligan