Fall of Rome

All the patricians and the plebeians
And all the idle centurions
All the Caesars and Augustuses
And all the bread and circuses
All the heads in their clouds
Cause they got no purposes
New religion, change the surfaces
Same old rotten-core

On the road to ruin
Business as usual
All the good old boys pushing for the purple
They all wanna wear the fabled diadem
They want us to wanna die for them
While they're purring in the purple
On their fantasy thrones
All the purring in the purple
That's what they call home

And I'm right at home
Waiting on the fall
The emporer's an infant
An idiot, un-savant
Yeah, I think I'll join the Barbarians
I heard they got a meritocracy
Yeah, I think I'll join the Barbarians
And find a nice Barbarian girl to marry me

It's the road to Mars
It's the fall of Rome
Dreams of flying cars
Cause you don't feel at home
It's the road to Mars
It's the fall of Rome
All your works
Cause you don't feel at home



Credits
Writer(s): Mitchell Irving Mathews
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