Remember the Romans

Oh a rose that is stolen
There is blood on the thorn
A clear blue sky
In a cold frosty morn
The trash in the alley
Shapes the food on the dish
A sudsy detergent
And thousands of fish
Doing the backstroke to the plate

Oh how sturdy the baby
How painful the birth
The gas in your Buick
Is leaving holes in the earth
You can't be successful
Without being mean
And the west is getting wealthy
Without human beings
Now the death for human beings

The higher you climb
The harder you fall
Your bankable riches
Mean nothing at all

Remember the Romans
Remember the Greeks
Ignoring the old man
A sign so to speak
And if you won't listen
Baby be on your guard
Because when life seems so pretty
The truth will be hard
When you get what you deserve

The higher you climb
The harder you fall
Your bankable riches
Mean nothing at all

The higher you climb
The harder you fall
Your bankable riches
Mean nothing at all

Remember the Romans
Remember the Greeks
Ignoring the old man
A sign so to speak
And if you won't listen
Baby be on your guard
Because when life seems so pretty
The truth will be hard
When you get what you deserve