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    Vic Chesnutt / Lyrics

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    "West Of Rome" Lyrics

    Vic Chesnutt

    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 now sponge off they have no absorbing respect
    Yes he's a glad boy to have such a void
    Yes he's a martyr crawling across cobble stones
    From his cozy cottages just west of Rome
    Yes its a sad state for great suffering
    This song was submitted on September 6th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Vic Chesnutt.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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