Rome

You go out, it's no good

You remain made of wood

It's cruel and unusual

It's insane to be out

In the cold light

In the hallways of the world

You keep hearing it said -

"You're a doornail, you're dead

You're dead. You're dead. You're dead."

You're dead...

But one look in his eyes and you know that you're going

One look and you know that you're gone

Please don't bother trying to find her

Let's check your sales, England and Wales

It's not looking good for the dusk, for the dawn

Do not save the date. Wait. Get out of town

You do not save the date, you wait

You get out of town

You do as Romans do

You do as Romans do

You do as Romans do

You do as Romans do

You do as Romans do

You do as Romans do