Lyrics:
Not much of an incident:A couple of fists in the gut for my troublesNothing to write home about:A couple of drinks and a break for the borderWhen in Rome, remember home is always here for youNot much of a tragedy:They only get under your skin if you let themNo need to say anything:A couple of years in the dark and you'll thank herWhen in Rome, remember home is always here for youStep by step by mis-stepStep by step by mis-stepLand of my formers, land of my fellow combatantsLand of my formers, land of my fellow combatants