Terry Hall :
The first hundred years are the toughest
On this bubble
An open sky, flying high
Take a bride, get some trouble

Tricky :
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

Terry Hall :
Springtime falls, summer calls
You slip and slide until you hit december
Believe my eyes, they´ll bleed you dry
If I wasn´t a genius
I´d lose my temper

Tricky :
The first one will do
Just passing through
The second one needs more
I´ve been here before
I´ve been here before
Wanna make me weak while you cry
It´s not such a thing,because still 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

Terry Hall :
The first hundred years are the toughest
on getting smothered
Life is just one bloody thing
After another