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