Outnumbered

My roman empire crashing down
My car of twenty years sputtering out
They thought I was dreaming
They thought I was wrong
Oh, no
But it's too late now
Yes we know that it's too late now

What do we do when we're outnumbered?
What do we say when it's all over?
Where are we supposed to go when
People take our homes and it's all gone?
It's all gone

We are the last ones in a very long line
We'd like to have sons but they're worrying times
Please understand us, we've done nothing wrong
And we're strong
But it still hurts now
Yes it hurts like hell somehow

What do we do when we're outnumbered?
What do we say when it's all over?
Where are we supposed to go when
People take our homes and it's all gone?
It's all gone

Oh, no, oh, no (it's all gone)
Oh, no, oh, no (it's all gone)
Oh, no