West Of Rome Lyrics - Demons - Cowboy Junkies

West of Rome 

Just east of the border in a staticy Ramada Inn 

Polishing his boots and pummelin' his liver 

Steeped in his 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 

Brushin' his teeth and milkin' his ulcer 

Preparing to waste another wily mornin' 

Strokin' himself and 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 now sponge off of 

They have no absorbin' respect 

Yes, he's a glad boy to have such a void 

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Yes, he's a martyr crawling across cobble stones 

From his cozy cottages, just west of Rome 

Yes, it's a sad state for great sufferin' 

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