West of Rome

Jeff Finlin

Composición de: Jeff Finlin
Well the pillars they tower 
Lions cower 
Behind maidens without any clothes 
The people they flourish 
Souls are nourished 
Seeing life through the gardening hose 
Caesar's just a salad 
The poets sing their ballads 
The sun sets 
The cock it crows 
And you ask anybody where this happiness lies 
They'll tell you 
Somewhere west of Rome 

The people worship their idols 
Cadillacs and rifles 
Fight their battles on talk TV shows 
All the answers are there if you happen to care 
In the Bible and the lawn you mow 
So  let's run to them hills it'll cure all our ills 
Leave this mess before it explodes 
Ah they tell me there's a place where happiness lies 
I know it's somewhere west of Rome 

We can leave this world behind 
Turn our heads away 
I hear life out there's divine 
These ain't our problems anyway 
We'll build us a wall ten feet tall 
So high that the wind won't blow 
And we won't have to see all them peasants bleed 
We might love it babe ya just never know 
And if we can't find it there we'll find it somewhere 
We'll just follow that yellow brick road 
That leads our eyes from the things we despise 
And rolls out 
Somewhere west of Rome
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