Life in new zealand is pleasant enough When we turn 22 it's not violent enough We want fast pace & fast trains & Much bigger clubs We want money & kudos & Much stronger drugs
We skimp we save we go overseas We pimp we slave so we get what we need When we get there we try very hard to believe That it's better
When we go overseas to a much bigger place We still doing the same things But not with much space On the subways and airplanes There's no friendly faces We're working so hard That the history is wasted
We skimp we save we go overseas We leave those behind who give us what we need In two years we return with a sigh of relief But we say it was better
