See what you say in a relative way
When they push you and punch you and drive you insane
I've got a pot to piss in I'll take it outside
To throw it on the ones who'll never come on this ride
I'm disillusioned with these illusions of sin
I tried to open the doors to let the cunts in
In this anarchy factory, they're constructing the mould
Of skullduggery and f*ckery and new age bigotry
That's becoming the norm in this country of ours that's gone backwards
Land of the free and the home of the sordid
Act like your house on fire is what they ordered
Take back tomorrow and leave it for yesterday
This illogical logic leaves space for those to stay
We're not your neurotypicals this typical sin
Tries to force open the doors so the cunts come piling in
(I aint got a pot to piss in)
So sad about this ballad
So sad about the country
So sad about this ballad
Because no-one else is going with me
(I just pissed in your evian)
See what you say in a relative way
When they push you and punch you and drive you insane
So Sad about this ballad
So sad about the country
So sad about this ballad
Because no-one else is going with me
So Sad about this ballad
So sad about the country
So sad about this ballad
Because no-one else is going with me
(I aint got a pot to piss in)