Bubbles lyrics
by Tricky



Terry Hall :The first hundred years are the toughestOn this bubbleAn open sky, flying highTake a bride, get some troubleTricky :The first one will doI'm just passing throughThe second one needs moreI've been here before X3Terry Hall :Springtime falls, summer callsYou slip and slide until you hit decemberBelieve my eyes, they'll bleed you dryIf I was an ingeniousI'd lose my temperTricky :The first one will doJust passing throughThe second one needs moreI've been here beforeI've been here beforeWanna make me weak while you cryNot such a thing, 'till you dieGotta go I get high X2Deceiver deceived usAnd I deceived themCarry my troubles homeMarried with the humbleTerry Hall :The first hundred years are the toughestI'm getting smouthredLife is just one bloody thingAfter another