ROMAN HOLIDAY

Almost asleep
Deprived of all my needs
Cry, cry a river, rage
Everything is golden age
Feels like 1984
Going on behind closed doors
Every season has a reason
If you're not coming, you must be leaving
Peeking out the blindfold
Play it like a game show
Crop circles in your corn rows
These pipes don't need no Drano
Tricky business, can you make it to payday?
Makes no difference 'cause the profits calling mayday
Wrong blood type, drowning in moonlight
The thin is getting so thick
You could cut it with a butter knife
Slipping like the buffalo
Nodding like you're comatose
Happiness it comеs and goes
You win, you lose, you tow the load
Hopеless sinner, though
Penetrates your skull and bones
Watch the throne get overthrown
Built to last, it's built like Rome