كلمات Calling, Calling

Came home with a sore throat Came home with sore eyes My body smelling so bad I only see myself getting naked So I'll go on pretending (ain't it true, punkrocker?) I've got nothing to complain I'll go right on, motherfucker (ain't it true, nightclubber?) No one's guilty no one is to blame Came home with a sore throat Came home with sore eyes Back hurtin', soul burnin' Someone help me shake it So I'll go on pretending (ain't it true now, Mr. cop?) I've got nothing to complain I'll go right on, motherfucker (ain't it true, secret agent man?) No one's guilty no one is to blame Two pon di floor and the nation's quite sure One is a hero and one is a hooligan Two pon di floor and nation's quite sure "Who is the hero and who is the hooligan?" Two pon di floor and the nation wants more No one is a hero, everyone is a hooligan