Every morning when I wake from my bed
I find I'm yawning just a'scratchin' my head
I face the dawning and I feel like I'm dead
I been sleeping all alone
Well every daybreak as I wake from my sleep
I find I'm aching as I drag from the deep
If I were a Mustang I'd be a junk yard heap
Mirror don't lie mirror don't lie
Talk about a rolling stone
Chorus ~
Everybody said what's that sound
Put it in a skillet and a'slap it all around
And everybody said I can't stay home
Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome
Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/james_reyne/fall_of_rome.html ]
Well all these dragons are just a'draggin' me down
I've been picking things up from the underground
Like a trackless tram I'm Bondi bound
Sitting in the depot all alone
No purity no clear white walls
Just a big stampede when the Warragul calls
Times a'menacing just gnashes and mauls
Where'm I gonna buy it where'm I gonna buy it
Gotta give a dog a bone
Chorus +
I've been thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome
Well I've been living a catagorical lie
Each last thrill the penultimate high
Just one more hit before I can die
Yellow teeth are snappin' all around
Well every daybreak as I wake from my bed
I find I'm aching just a'scratchin' my head
If I were a Mustang I think it's gone to my head
Mirror don't lie mirror don't lie
Talk about a rolling stone
Everybody said what's that sound
Put it in a skillet and a'slap it all around
And everybody said I can't stay home
Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome
Everybody said what's that sound
Put it in a skillet and a'slap it all around
And everybody said I can't stay home
Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome
Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome
Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome
Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome
I've been thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome
No one can hear his cry for help or can understand him even though they're trying.
He's kicked out of his home because of the state he is in... Even those who are at the top can come crashing down (like the fall of rome).
He's wrestling with hallucinations (the "dragons") and multiplying his demons, aimlessly wandering toward bondi beach (australia), stopping at a public transport station to rest - a common place for the down and out.
He has no values or boundaries left within his character (white walls) to hold to, just the wild uncontrolable urges (the stampede) of his addiction (the warragul - wild dog). He's angry and bitter about life... Needs another fix (gotta give a dog a bone).
Now he's moved to living in denial and fantasy and embraced his addiction thinking it's a fantastic way to die. Thinking how once he lived a good life.