Fall Of Rome - James Reyne

Every morning when I wake from my bed

I find I’m yawning just a’scratchin' my head

I face the dawning and I feel like I’m dead

I been sleeping all alone

Well every daybreak as I wake from my sleep

I find I’m aching as I drag from the deep

If I were a Mustang I’d be a junk yard heap

Mirror don’t lie mirror don’t lie

Talk about a rolling stone

Chorus ~

Everybody said what’s that sound

Put it in a skillet and a’slap it all around

And everybody said I can’t stay home

Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome

Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome

Well all these dragons are just a’draggin' me down

I’ve been picking things up from the underground

Like a trackless tram I’m Bondi bound

Sitting in the depot all alone

No purity no clear white walls

Just a big stampede when the Warragul calls

Times a’menacing just gnashes and mauls

Where’m I gonna buy it where’m I gonna buy it Gotta give a dog a bone

Chorus +

I’ve been thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome

Well I’ve been living a catagorical lie

Each last thrill the penultimate high

Just one more hit before I can die

Yellow teeth are snappin' all around

Well every daybreak as I wake from my bed

I find I’m aching just a’scratchin' my head

If I were a Mustang I think it’s gone to my head

Mirror don’t lie mirror don’t lie

Talk about a rolling stone

Everybody said what’s that sound

Put it in a skillet and a’slap it all around

And everybody said I can’t stay home

Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome

Everybody said what’s that sound

Put it in a skillet and a’slap it all around

And everybody said I can’t stay home

Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome

Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome

Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome

Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome

I’ve been thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome