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"