When the flowers bloom early
Then wither and die young
They are licked by the devil's split tongue
Oh, the sins of our fathers
Have beaten us numb
On these treelined, white-picket lawns
On these golden streets of Rome
It's a portrait of beauty
Perfection and grace
Man has made God's Heaven his own
And to keep it preserved
In its intended state
They make sacrificеs each dawn
On these scarlеt streets of Rome
The river runs
Far from the path
They would take you
Far from these hands
That would break you
Oh, river run
Underneath each finely manicured yard
Lies a stripped-down bag of bones
And the gold they extract
They will only give back
To the goons in charge of all
All them gold-lined streets of Rome
The river runs
Far from the path
They would lead you
Far from these gangsters
Who bleed you
Oh, river run, oh...
They had sold you
Forsaken your childish dreams
But your heart was a vagabond
So, you touched both your bootheels
Onto the pavement
And made your break at dawn
From these golden streets of Rome
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Streets of Rome was written by Rick Elias.
Streets of Rome was produced by Rick Elias.