Terry hall :

The first hundred years are the toughest

On this bubble

An open sky, flying high

Take a bride, get some trouble



Tricky :

The first one will do

Im just passing through

The second one needs more

Ive been here before

Ive been here before

Ive been here before



Terry hall :

Springtime falls, summer calls

You slip and slide until you hit december

Believe my eyes, theyll bleed you dry

If I wasnt a genius

Id lose my temper



Tricky :

The first one will do

Just passing through

The second one needs more

Ive been here before

Ive been here before

Wanna make me weak while you cry

Its not such a thing,because still you die

Gotta go I get high

Gotta go I get high

Deceiver deceived us

And I deceived them

Carry my troubles home

Married with the humble home



Terry hall :

The first hundred years are the toughest

On getting smothered

Life is just one bloody thing

After another