I'm so sick of singing about hate 
It's never going to make a change 
It breaks me down bit by bit 
Keep me steadily feeling sick 

Were we're going we can still call home 
(If I were to die) 
Bury my bones in [bad word] 
Yeah hey hey 
Yeah hey hey 

I'm so sick of singing about hate 
It's time that I made a change 
These days I can barely even catch my breath 
Everyday I'm closer to death 

.. into the ... 
Were we're going we can still call home 
... 
(If I were to die) 
Bury my bones in [bad word] 
Yeah hey hey 
Yeah hey hey 

So throw me into the crowd 
I'll dig myself a grave while they gather around 
And ... let me go 
... 
This is all I know 

... into the ... 
Were we're going we can still call home 
... 
(If I were to die) 
Bury my bones in [bad word] 
Yeah hey hey 
Yeah hey hey