Calling Calling - Disco Drive

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