No, you don't belong here, no

Please get out, I'm sleeping, please

This is my house, my house, my house

What are you doing on this private land?

Sign of

Sick times

Chug right

Straight lines

Want you to ride with them

Go down, go down, fall with them

This is your house, your house, your house

Guess I am a stranger in my own land

Signpost

Landmark

National pride

Smell of death

Such a cold, cold country

Full of mediocre minds

Sometimes I'd like to

Fuck it up

Gonna knock that door down

Come on, come on, come on, do it now

Big wave coming

Gonna drown you

Open up the country

Break it down, break it down

New thought coming

Open up the country

A new mind

Shut it down

Build it up, build it up, build it up from the ground

Open up the culture

Free land

Break that border

Knock it down, build it up, knock it down, build it up, ooh