Poland

We came to take over your one room or maybe displace your parents from their

Bed as the special guests of honor you've been at the factory for hours

Already don't worry we'll lock the door when we leave for the border what

We know is from the world of soundchecks and gas money and maybe a few tales

From warmer climates where we were once paid well and I can't stand to think

Of all the bastards that are coming to sleep on your floor