Bubbles Lyrics - Terry Hall

The first hundred years are the toughest 

On this bubble 

An open sky, flyin' high 

Take a bride, get some trouble 

The first one will do 

I'm just passing through 

The second one needs more 

I've been here before 

I've been here before 

I've been here before 

Springtime falls, summer calls 

You slip an' slide until you hit December 

Believe my eyes, they'll bleed you dry 

If I wasn't a genius, I'd lose my temper 

The first one will do 

I'm just passing through 

Second one needs more 

I've been here before 

I've been here before 

Wanna make me weak while you cry 

It's not such a thing as peace till you die 

Gotta go, I get high 

Gotta go, I get high 

Deceiver deceive us 

And I deceived them 

Carry my troubles home 

Married with the humble home 

The first hundred years are the toughest 

I'm gettin' smothered 

And life is just one bloody thing 

After another