Fall Of Rome

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