I'd have to say we came a long way from the island,
It was a scene it was a drunken mess,
Now do you really miss what we left,
It may seem scripted like a movie,
How they pay me to sing about what moves me,
So we act the part and wait,
We wait for our big break,
A nervous gent abusive gem another trip to the Jave.,
The lines are hot exhale your lung with something we call the fresh new English tongue,
It may seem scripted like a movie,
But it drains me, the inconsistent j**el thief,
So we act the part and wait,
We wait for our big break,
You stepped on my tiny lines but I'll let it slide,
And their sorrows on display,
Is it such a shock when you see it's all been fake