Lyrics:
[Roman Polanski:]
"Is the city open?"
[Emanuelle Seigner:]
"C'est beau Romain, c'est beau"
[Roman Polanski:]
"Are there any morning-papers
Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes
now?)
It's all coming back to me now, like it was deep in the ocean
I'll beat me sword into a plow, and share a heavenly potion
With my future queen
Hold on, hold on
There's got to be a future
Hold on
Hold on, hold on
There's got to be a future
Or the world will end today
The sun will melt
true artist
Makes him aware that our Nation falls
Short of it's highest potential
I see little of more importance to
The future of our country and
Our
to a few
And baby when in Rome, I do as the Romans do.
If per chance I'm saying farewell to France,
And romance drops in from the blue;
Cher amour, I
to a few
And baby when in Rome, I do as the Romans do.
If per chance I'm saying farewell to France,
And romance drops in from the blue;
Cher amour, I
Um, he came on the scene,
He's already impacted the scene in a way
Where a lot of other artists are trying to do exactly what he does
And trying
This trophy from our saviours, from our saviours from the enslaving force of Rome
The trumpets of Carthage resound
Hear, Romans, now and tremble
underground
Romance lasts forever, love don't fade away
They may take our future, but they don't stop yesterday
Cause somewhere in the cloudy skies
And baby when in Rome I do as the Romans do
If per chance I'm saying farewell to France
And romance drops in from the blue
Cherchez l'amour I beg of you
to a few
And baby when in Rome, I do as the Romans do.
If per chance I'm saying farewell to France,
And romance drops in from the blue;
Cher amour, I
the artists ran the TV?
All the ads would be for fine scotch whiskey:
Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, the whole single malt family
The artists of the future
Will
The Roman king, the Romulus
The precipice, born to change
The final days, the last appraise
Augustus, Nero, taking names
I'm high, then I'm
All the early Roman kings
In their sharkskin suits
Bow ties and buttons
High top boots
Drivin' the spikes in
Blazin' the rails
Nailed in their
the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'
Roman
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