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