I've had a gutful of your speed and coke
I've had a gutful of your racist jokes
I've had a gutful of Australia Day
I've had a gutful of the USA
I've had a gutful of Donald Trump
I've had a gutful of your baby bump
Sick and tired of the credit crunch
I've had a gutful of the coward punch
I've had a gutful of you
Sick and tired of these nothing dreams
Because nothing's ever what it seems
I've had a gutful of your underground
I'm sick and tired of your shitty sound
I've had a gutful of trying too hard
When I can't even put fuel in my car
And all you care about is FailArmy
I sit at home, I'm thinking poor old me
I've had a gutful of you
Just say, what you gotta say
The world is an atom bomb
The ocean is an atom bomb
And everyone's going
Except me
