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