Fatter Than Albert Erin's Runaway Imagination Lyrics

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!

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