Land Of My Formers - Future Of The Left

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