Verse
Cb
Oh, the Roman ambassador was torn a, torn apart by plaster
D#m
And reassembled after:
G#m D#m
The 40, 40 years of bombing:
G#m D#m
They were wild and they were crying,
Fb
In the picture where the smoke cleared
F#
They'll tear your body, body from your beard
G F#
And watch as the planes burn the boats from the isle
[Verse 2]
Cb
A# board is a board when the pulpit, pulpit meets the sword
D#m
And the poet has been bored
G#m D#m
He's seen Fire and he's seen Pain
G#m D#m
Oh the tedium has stained,
Fb
O Vergil, get your rake out
F#
There's a pastor to be pulled
G F#
And 60 miles west of Rome: "I stopped some dreadful hoard."
[Verse 3]
Cb
And I know I know I, la-la-la-la-la,
D#m
And I will let my body go, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo
G#m D#m
And when it goes and then it stinks
G#m D#m
There will be beauty in its stink
Fb
And the last rays of the fink
F#
Will suppose themselves to shine
G F#
Upon the corpse of Stinking Gold
[Interlude]
D#m
That has fallen oh into brine, ine, ine, ine, oh
Cb D#m Cb D#m
Idle song, Oh, oh Idle song dadado
Cb D#m Cb D#m
Idle song, hoo-hoo-hoo Idle song dada
Cb D#m Cb D#m
Idle song, Idle song dadado
Cb D#m Cb
Idle song, hoo-hoo-hoo Idle song
[Outro]
D#m Cb x8