Cowboy Junkies - West Of Rome lyrics

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 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'