Terry Hall

Bubbles
The first hundred years are the toughestOn this bubbleAn open sky, flying highTake a bride, get some troubleThe first one will doI'm just passing throughThe second one needs moreI've been here beforeI've been here beforeI've been here beforeSpringtime falls, summer callsYou slip and slide until you hit DecemberBelieve my eyes, they'll bleed you dryIf I wasn't a geniusI'd lose my temperThe first one will doJust passing throughThe second one needs moreI've been here beforeI've been here beforewant to make me weak while you cryNot such a thing as peace till you dieGotta go I get highSongtexteGotta go I get highDeceiver deceived usAnd I deceived themCarry my troubles homeMarried with the humble homeThe first hundred years are the toughestI'm getting smotheredLife is just one bloody thingAfter another Aus Songtexte Mania