Lyrics:
this written?
Answer: Saint Paul says, Romans chapter 6
"We are buried with Christ
By baptism into death
That, like as He was raised up from the
Dead by
Livin' La Vida Loca
May the gods save thse sinners' souls
This episode of The Romans of Palmerston is brought to by
Astronomy, the field of study that you
Huddled by a lantern
Memories
Kerosene
Feed the coward flame
As rain collects in pools of ink
Roman temples in desert sand
Skating rinks in empty malls
and kids niffing Ronseal
The run down, the hard up and the national health
And it's Jimmy Bloody Tarburbuck on a Sunday as well
Friends, Romans, country
greet the victorious throng
Returned to bring salvation!
The trumpets of Carthage resound!
Hear, Romans, now and tremble!
Hark to our step
Italy
They call me roman in Italy (they what)
I’m spitting my baars on the colosseum (you what)
I got my baars out in Italy (ahh what)
They wanna see
Veni, Vidi, Vici (I Came, I Saw, I Conquered)
The Gaylords
Written by Paul Webster and Jerry Livingston
Peak position # 30 in 1954
The son of a major, Prussian nobleman
His name bestowed by a holy Roman
The war broke out, so he looked to the air
24 hours of training and he was
cyDee Dumba
Produced by Roman Magic
Armies march in shining splendour
Sound the call of blood and fire
Led by Britannia's defender
They raise against the Roman Empire
Boudicca, Witch
Pages written by contorting hands washed in blood
Soaked by the sands of the holy land
High priests divided on divinity and blasphemy
In a battle
something behind?
Your televised dismay was plain
Did you leave something behind? (they're here....)
Was it Romans three or two
That spoke to you
they want is a piece
Of the pie that you keep
Is that too much to ask of those who lay the concrete?
Still laying on concrete
Pop, pop by police
Blaming democracy for the crises
And supporting a strong government
Directed by a leader and a single political party
The Fascism - led by Mussolini
the omen
You can't kill a God like the Romans, uh
Take my time to craft shit
'Cause I don't like back and forths with Puff about rap shit
Crutches,
The race for being rich
Has become a morbid roman show.
People killing people
Just for had something more.
People watching his own death
As a circus,
Z nieba żar już leje się
Złoci ciała budzi chęć
By niegrzecznie bawić się
Wokół pełno chemii jest
Letni flirt dlaczego nie
Krótki romans też ma sens
Summer flings and fireflies
One kiss from you can light up the sky
Autumn leaves and pumpkin pie
Winters not so cold when your by my side
Beautiful
there is no God on earth,
We ourselves act like Gods !
Solo by Roman Janoska
Hans Strasser – bass
coffins
In top hats and tails
Fly away, little bird
Fly away, flap your wings
Fly by night
Like the early Roman kings
They're peddlers and they're meddlers
lands, darkness comes to stay
Old stories written in the Bronze Age
Buried in the ashes of times
Legends are born, dying by the sword
Standing against
Riding through the battlefield
Crushing all the roman shields
Finally my sword will be
Red with roman blood
I have crossed the Alps
I faced pain
its back
Everything could be explained by Roman
Or English History
Or Sigmund Freud
Or Greek Philosophy
So many handwritten notes
Of appointments
and months will pass
Without the names of Norse and Roman gods
Time will go by the way it did
Before history, pure and unnoticed
A mystery that arose between
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