Lyrics:

And the churches won't stretch up through tarmac of flyovers
The city don't smell like they said in the brochures
And it's no longer surprising when lovers and lawyers they lie
But I'd gladly put up with this shit till the day that I die

Well we've had our problems but hey hasn't everyone?
As soon as they're gone we just drag in another one
I can see that you're sad, but you say there's a lash in your eye
And I'll gladly put up with your shit till the day that I die

Yeah well... I get the feeling I'm just not cut out for this
All strategies, hidden agendas and politics
But if we can stand before the legions of enemy, just you and I
Then I'll gladly put up with this shit till the day that I die

And oh well they will not hurt me at all
Oh they will not hurt me at all