Bubbles

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 was an ingenious, I'd lose my temper The first one will do I'm just passing through Second one needs more Been here before Been here before Wanna make me weak while you cry It's not such a thing as pass 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 And life is just one bloody thing After another