Overseas

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