They come they go
They never do not go
They come they see

They conquer then they leave

With man-eating beliefs

Superior of death
With lineage and myth
And a half-heartedness at birth


I have the same old dream
About a tunnel by my bed

From where the stench of %#@! of minotaurs
Yawns like lewd and evil breath


But instinct and a map
Has set to work inside my head
Instead of shedding tears

I´ve learned to drink and piss instead

They come they go

They never do not go
They come they see
They conquer then they leave


I am in Rome
And i am going to the games

I see the gulf
And it´s going to
Bore my name into the


Green green grass
The catwalks of the past

My head is like an oven
As i rest it in my palms


We were just standing on the beach
When a bull rose from the surf
I said "show him the back door my dear

He´ll only paw the turf"

Three seasons came and went

Tracksuits found the dispossessed
My wife had other plans
And now a !@$( surfs the web


There´s nothing she can do
He does not talk he does not move

He spends all day looking at !@$^
Or playing $#&@ing Halo 2


They come they go
They never do not go
They come they see

They conquer then they leave

I am in Rome

And i am going to the games
I am the last to find my seat
I´m standing at the gate


Intermission comes
Nerves are touched and smokes are screened

It´s on a pack of cigarettes
Along with all our faults and memes and it says
Veni Vidi Vici