History is written by the winner
This is a loser's song
I took this job in the summer
Never saw the winter rollin' on
Never thought it would end in a second
A burned out smoking wreck
Expectations & ambitions
We're just a rope around my neck
Broke my back to earn a crust
Saw my dreams die in the dust
Now I'm walking on hell's roof looking at the flowers
All in bloom, red yellow & blue
So sweet & true, nothing better to do
I'm not hiding come and find me
What am I doing, there's no need to remind me
I'm walking on hell's roof looking at the flowers
In the A to B & the miles per hour
Keeping out of reach of that higher power
Where the bees are buzzing in the April showers
The spoils belong to the victor
This is a consolation song
Your life is science fiction
A flash of light & you'll be gone
No more trials & no more trouble
Bad luck & bursting bubbles
Walking on hell's roof looking at the flowers x2
We're not hiding come & find us
What are we doing there's no need to remind us
Walking on hell's roof…. x4