They Kicked Me out of the Empire, Mama

At the city end of the block
At the pointy ended stick
Was a place where we were carpenters
Was an empire where we lived
There's no money in the rent box
And there's a letter on the fridge
There's a man who wants us out of here
There's a place where we can stick

All of our stuff
As though our lives mean nothing
We had supposed that destination
Would never die
That hallowed scene
That simple life
Would take a little more then hammering and
Arguments to keep on all the lights
Now we drink to spoiled wine

The last tram screams 'round the corner
And disappears into the air
Someone else is on the balcony
Same state of disrepair
There are houses where the walls come down
And half the bands have broken up
And an Englishman will sing
"There's a girl I'll spend my winters with
And file memories under

All our stuff
Now that our lives mean something"
All of your slow investigation
Could work out fine
We had a scene
A simple life
We'll take small comfort in the memory of Elgin Street
And everyone inside
Now we live on borrowed time

Time
Time, time
Ooooooh

Saw my buddies at the corner pub
"Haven't seen you guys in years"