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
Im just passing through
The second one needs more
Ive been here before
Ive been here before
Ive been here before
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
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
The first hundred years are the toughest
On getting smothered
Life is just one bloody thing
After another