And the churches wonât stretch up through tarmac of flyovers,The city donât smell like they said in the brochures,And itâs no longer surprising when lovers and lawyers they lie,But Iâd gladly put up with this shit âtil the day that I die.Well weâve had our problems but hey hasnât everyone?As soon as they’re gone we just drag in another one,I can see that you’re sad, but you say thereâs a lash in your eye,And Iâll gladly put up with your shit âtil the day that I die.Yeah well.. I get the feeling Iâm just not cut out for this,All strategies, hidden agendas and politics,But if we can stand before the legions of enemy, just you and I,Then Iâll gladly put up with this shit âtil the day that I die,And oh well they will not hurt me at all,Oh they will not hurt me at all,