I was raised on a roman road,

You could argue that a film we saw

Where the plane was a child to the

Rich above her cuts away her soul

See where the falcons fly, with the

Low flying jets with the heads held high

Looking at the valley below,

All the cars and the trucks they just go go go



Roman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to Rome

Roman road, it's a line to the past and a road to Rome

Roman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to Rome

Roman road, all the cars and the trucks they just go go go



You could talk to the molten gold,

So I could tell they'll be understood

That the universe is flat and trees are made of wood

Staring at the nebula,

I plant my root to a distant fruit

Flying my caterpry (?)

To stop those fuckers flying by



Roman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to Rome

Roman road, it's a line to the past and a road to Rome

Roman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to Rome

Roman road, it's a line to the past they just go go go



Oh



Roman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to Rome

Roman road, it's a line to the past they just go go go

Roman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to Rome

Roman road, all the cars and the trucks they just go go go



Oh, on the Roman Road



Scheming and a-dreaming there be reason to be living