Richard Jackson - Land Of My Formers lyrics

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