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