We're heading off to Europe for another fucking tour Jacko in Scottland, can't understand a fucking word No money in our pockets playing for the English punx Drinking at the pubs for the records that we sold One week of shows cancelled, with no money in London If you think were headed home, you got it all wrong
No turning back- no turning back No turning back- no turning back
Take the fucking ferry to France, off we go No Ecuasorians allowed, border control with machine guns Hiding in the trunk, border line has to be crossed Riot in Parris, gassing all the fucking punx Broken down in the mountains, what else can go wrong Playing the French Alps, chopping wood to keep us warm Getting paid with wine and bread, freezing in the cold If you think were heading home, you got it all fucking wrong
Down in Italy, pasta punx made us feel at home Up in Belgium Dirk took care of us four drunk punx Livng in the car, playing show after show Driving through Switzerland, I made trouble for us all No visa, through the woods, cross the border, hide the punx 5 a.m. show, drunk punx sung all night long Getting paid with chocolate, freezing in the cold If you think were headed home,you got it all wrong
Up in fucking Holland, hanging with Antidote Smoking legal grass, Ellen got us all drunk Shows in Germany, chaos punx are all drunk Streetpunx all over, Oxymorons at the shows Drinking fucking beers, more probles come along Riot police outside arresting all the punx Getting paid with beer and bread, freezing in the cold If you think were headed home, you got it all wrong