All Roads Lead To Rome

The streets of tarmac are straight as a die

With steel fingers clawing at the sky

Inside the wall of the citadel

Yellow chariots race

Peasants and their peasants' smells

Hungry enough to touch your face.

The beasts from the end of the century

Adorn themselves with jewellery

Inside the wall of the citadel

Yellow chariots race

Peasants and their peasants' smells

Hungry enough to touch your face.

Their eyes they change colour from grey to green

And when they're blue they weigh the scene

The endless games played in the timeless zone

Remind me all roads lead to Rome.

Inside the wall of the citadel

Yellow chariots race

Peasants and their peasants' smells

Hungry to touch your frightened face.

All roads lead to Rome

All roads lead to Rome

All roads lead to Rome

All roads lead to Rome