There you are standing at the bar. And you're giving me grief about the DDR. And that chip on your shoulder. Gets bigger as you, get older. One of these night you're gonna get caught,.
Rome never looks where she treads. Always her heavy hooves fall. On our stomachs, our hearts and our heads. And Rome never hears when we bawl. . Her sentries pass on that is all.
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song. I'm twenty-two now, but I won't be for long. People ask me when will I grow up to understand. Why the girls I knew at school are already pushing prams.