On a plane to a place far from home.
Plane lands, I hop off & smell the desert air
This must be better than home, cos there's a Lamborghini over there
I get into my ride, which takes me to my new home
I enter the room & flat on the bed I go
Work the next day, sight seen can stay
I'm here to make money
Over the days I make new friends & they all look like zombies
They tell me that booze is illegal so is porn
women cover themselves in what look like garbage bags
half the net is blocked
the natives hate us but need us
Am I in hell or is this a dream
I pinch myself & realize that this is indeed hell
Let me out, Let me out
Keep your damn money & shove it
Hang me kill me or let me kill you
I just don't to end up like you
If I had a nuke I'd blow this place off the map
Plane lands, I hop off & smell the desert air
This must be better than home, cos there's a Lamborghini over there
I get into my ride, which takes me to my new home
I enter the room & flat on the bed I go
Work the next day, sight seen can stay
I'm here to make money
Over the days I make new friends & they all look like zombies
They tell me that booze is illegal so is porn
women cover themselves in what look like garbage bags
half the net is blocked
the natives hate us but need us
Am I in hell or is this a dream
I pinch myself & realize that this is indeed hell
Let me out, Let me out
Keep your damn money & shove it
Hang me kill me or let me kill you
I just don't to end up like you
If I had a nuke I'd blow this place off the map
No, god no, I'm getting used to this hell
Why can't somebody invade this place and change it's fucking name
As the years go by, I don't even sigh
God I'm getting lame
I'm going home
I'm going home
Saudi you can kiss my ass
Though I'm leaving my friends
I know they'll get out soon enough
I'm Back Home
I'm Back Home
Back to drink
to fuck
and to spend all my money
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