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