Ancient Rome,
We built that $#&@er stone by stone
Our fingers bled, our feet were worn

But we stood strong and carried on

Come on in,

Do you want to touch my bulbous head?
With features wrapped and stretched to death
A tiny nose is all that's left


This is not for your entertainment


The land at the end of our toes
Goes on and on and on and on
The sand at the core of our bones,

It blows on and on and on and on
The land at the end of our toes
Goes on and on and on and on

The sand at the core of our bones
Continues on


The ba!@&(t's gone,
It seems they dug up all our land
The world was lowered man by man,

Let's move the sky and not join hands

Ancient Rome,

We built that $#&@er stone by stone
Our fingers bled, our feet were worn
But we stood strong and carried on


This is not for your entertainment


The land at the end of our toes
Goes on and on and on and on
The sand at the core of our bones,

It blows on and on and on and on
The land at the end of our toes
Goes on and on and on and on

The sand at the core of our bones
Continues on


Life still sounds like balloons
You chew and you chew and chew
Your teeth crumble to the floor

It's where they lay, it's where they lay
Our past never really dies
I don't think we even try

There's no difference from
Where we wake or where we die


Balloons, balloons, balloons

The land at the end of our toes

Goes on and on and on and on
The sand at the core of our bones,
It blows on and on and on and on

The land at the end of our toes
Goes on and on and on and on
The sand at the core of our bones

Continues on