Land Of My Formers

歌詞

Not much of an incident: A couple of fists in the gut for my troubles. Nothing to write home about: A couple of drinks and a break for the border. When in Rome, remember home is always here for you. Not much of a tragedy: They only get under your skin if you let them. No need to say anything: A couple of years in the dark and you'll thank her. When in Rome, remember home is always here for you. Step by step by mis-step, Step by step by mis-step, Land of my formers, land of my fellow combatants. Land of my formers, land of my fellow combatants.