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. 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!