Rome never looks where she treadsAlways her heavy hooves fallOn
I ought to leave enough hot waterFor your morning bath,
Blue velvet AmericaHalf glimpsed in the headlights between the treesWho
Everybody likes you babe but meI guess that proves how
Another day dawns grey, it's enough to make me spitBut
He's got the bonhomie of a game show hostAnd his
God's footballer hears the voices of angelsabove the choir at
He was trapped in a haircut he no longer believed
I hate the arsehole I becomeEverytime I'm with youYou know
One's of them off her foodAnd the other's off his
The Reverend Mother went and got me a drinkShe came
I put on my raincoat to make it rainand sure
I went out drinking with Thomas PaineHe said that all
It's just a northern industrial townThe front doors of the
I stood before the judge that dayAs he refused me
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