Текст песни This Perfect Day (live at Paddington Town Hall, Sydney 1977-04-21) - The Saints

Don't talk to me about what you've done
Ain't nothing changed, it all goes on
And they'll keep laughing till the end

I've seen 'em drive around in cars
All look the same, get drunk in bars
And don't talk back, we got no social rights

Oh, perfect day
What more to say?
Don't need no-one to tell me what I don't already know

We got no high times, always flat
If you go out, you don't come back
It's all so funny, I can't laugh

Oh, perfect day
What more to say?
Don't need no-one to tell me what I don't already know

Don't talk to me about what you've done
Ain't nothing changed, it all goes on
And they'll keep laughing till the end

Oh, perfect day
What more to say?
Don't need no-one to tell me what I don't already know

[(single version only:)]
I need nothin'
Don't want no-one
I don't need nothin', nothin' at all