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, 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!