Land Of My Formers letra

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.

Future Of The Left - Letras

• Adeadene My Always Smells Good
• ADeadEnemyAlwaysSmellsGood
• Arming Eritrea
• Chin Music
• Drink Nike
• Fingers Become Thumbs
• Fuck The Countryside Alliance
• How To Spot A Record Company
• I Am Civil Service
• Kept By Bees
• Land Of My Formers
• Lapsed Catholics
• Manchasm
• My Gymnastic Past
• Plague Of Onces
• Prescriptions
• Real Men Hunt In Packs
• Right In The Centre Of Hove
• Sheena Is a T-shirt Salesman
• Small Bones Small Bodies
• Stand By Your Manatee
• Suddenly It's A Folk Song
• Team Seed
• That Damned Fly
• The Contrarian
• The Hope That House Built
• The Knife Is Not a Knife
• The Lord Hates A Coward
• Throwing Bricks At Trains
• Wrigley Scott
• Yin / Post-Yin
• You Need Satan More Than He Needs You