Pantheon
Here's a song about ya
And it looks good on paper
Our names beside each other
Huh
Make no mistake about it
We got it made in the shade
Huh
If we make our bodies out of stone
Maybe they'll put it in the Pantheon
If we make our bodies out of stone
Maybe they'll put it in the Pantheon
Well if we make our bodies out of stone
We'll be known
And they'll put it in the Pantheon
To be shown
Well if we make our bodies out of stone
We'll be known
And they'll put it in the Pantheon
Okay so
Wake up, take a shower
Get a handle on it
Oh
Carry on, carry on
Carry on, carry on
Oh, and if we make our bodies out of stone
Maybe they'll put it in the Pantheon
If we make our bodies out of stone
Maybe they'll put it in the Pantheon
Well if we make our bodies out of stone
We'll be known
And they'll put it in the Pantheon
To be shown
Well if we make our bodies out of stone
We'll be known
And they'll put it in the Pantheon
To be shown
I see a little bit of pride in your pocket
Pen and paper ready, I plan to rob it
I can tell if I'm walking in dirt
You're a winner, I'm a flirt
If the path to the garden's overgrown
What makes you think that we could make it to Rome?
If the path to the garden's overgrown
What makes you think that we could make it to Rome?
But if we make our bodies out of stone
We'll be known
And they'll put it in the Pantheon
To be shown
And if we make our bodies out of stone
We'll be known
And they'll put it in the Pantheon
To be shown
Okay
And it looks good on paper
Our names beside each other
Huh
Make no mistake about it
We got it made in the shade
Huh
If we make our bodies out of stone
Maybe they'll put it in the Pantheon
If we make our bodies out of stone
Maybe they'll put it in the Pantheon
Well if we make our bodies out of stone
We'll be known
And they'll put it in the Pantheon
To be shown
Well if we make our bodies out of stone
We'll be known
And they'll put it in the Pantheon
Okay so
Wake up, take a shower
Get a handle on it
Oh
Carry on, carry on
Carry on, carry on
Oh, and if we make our bodies out of stone
Maybe they'll put it in the Pantheon
If we make our bodies out of stone
Maybe they'll put it in the Pantheon
Well if we make our bodies out of stone
We'll be known
And they'll put it in the Pantheon
To be shown
Well if we make our bodies out of stone
We'll be known
And they'll put it in the Pantheon
To be shown
I see a little bit of pride in your pocket
Pen and paper ready, I plan to rob it
I can tell if I'm walking in dirt
You're a winner, I'm a flirt
If the path to the garden's overgrown
What makes you think that we could make it to Rome?
If the path to the garden's overgrown
What makes you think that we could make it to Rome?
But if we make our bodies out of stone
We'll be known
And they'll put it in the Pantheon
To be shown
And if we make our bodies out of stone
We'll be known
And they'll put it in the Pantheon
To be shown
Okay
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Writer(s): Chip Connell
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