Lyrics:

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