Original lyrics
ENA cigarette's been left in punishment,
Pubs are packed and now it's much too late,
I know I can't go through these fairly days.
Burning fields all over make me see,
yesterday will be tomorrows fears,
I wish to be at home these fairly days.
I always want to be high, as high as I can reach.
Well too far, as far as I can go.
Yes I know I'll be right, as right as I can be.
I wish to be at home these fairly days.
