Buying fruit from a man with red teeth
Normally that would bother me
Cigarette in his hand and garbage at his feet
Normally that would bother me
But I'm getting used to it
Every day seems like I'm living in a dream
Suddenly it doesn't get to me
Every day seeing things that I thought I'd never see
Normally that would do something
But I'm getting used to it
Eating dirty food, wearing dirty clothes
I don't even know where my mind is any more
Trying to find the sand, no one to lend a hand
Always waiting for disasters, you gotta understand
The people here can't drive, I think I'm gonna die
Fall off a cliff or in a ditch no one would give a damn
The beer just ain't that great, seen it pissed on in a crate
And never once have I thought that I've made a big mistake
I'm getting used to it