Land of My Formers

Not much of an incident:

A couple of fists in the gut for my troubles.

Nothing to write home about:

A couple of drinks and a break for the border.

When in Rome, remember home is always here for you.

Not much of a tragedy:

They only get under your skin if you let them.

No need to say anything:

A couple of years in the dark and you'll thank her.

When in Rome, remember home is always here for you.

Step by step by mis-step,

Step by step by mis-step,

Land of my formers, land of my fellow combatants.

Land of my formers, land of my fellow combatants.