Lyrics:

The first hundred years are the toughest
On this bubble
An open sky, flying high
Take a bride, get some trouble

The first one will do
I'm just passing through
The second one needs more
I've been here before
I've been here before
I've been here before

Springtime falls, summer calls
You slip and slide until you hit December
Believe my eyes, they'll bleed you dry
If I wasn't a genius
I'd lose my temper

The first one will do
Just passing through
The second one needs more
I've been here before
I've been here before
Want to make me weak while you cry
Not such a thing as peace till 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

The first hundred years are the toughest
I'm getting smothered
Life is just one bloody thing
After another