Sparklehorse - West Of Rome lyrics

West of Rome, just east of the border
In a static-y ramada inn
Polishing his boots and pummeling his liver
Steeped in the dark isolation
Just what business does he have around here
Credentials are wearing out with each
Little bit of cheer
Yes it's a bad scene we're convening

Brushing his teeth and milking his ulcer
Preparing to waste another wily morning
Stroking himself and them phoning
Up his sister
He tells her their life would make
One whale of a movie
Yes a childhood full of dry
Goods and wet neglect
The father they sponge off they
Have no absorbing respect
Yes he's a glad boy to have
To have such a void


Yes he's a martyr crawling
Across cobble stones
And from his cozy cottages just
Just west of Rome
Yes it's a sad state for great suffering