In Rome around 470, handwriting was on the wall. It read: "Some empires fade, but ours will crash to the ground.
What comes up always comes down. By the sword we've
lived too long... So get ready for the fall."
A Jew woke to find the Nazi Party was gaining power.
He knew in his heart, but wouldn't face the 11th hour.
Was more German than 'stark bier braur.' Couldn't admit
how things had soured… Lost his family in the showers.
One day, you will wake and all your freeways will be closed.
You've saved, but your markets won't have anything to sell.
There'll be nothing on the shelves. And the news will finally smell. American Idol won’t seem so swell, cuz you finally broke their spell.
They say, "All roads lead to Rome," but how many roads lead out?
We go to the Stadium, wave flags and scream & shout...
Like the outcome really counts. While our leaders have been caught.
A new course will not be sought, cuz dissenting voices have sold out…
And your Anchorman's been bought.
One day our corn fed boys will return home with their guns.
That day they won't hunt Arabs, they'll turn their guns on you.
Like Commanders tell them to. And those video games that you
used to feed them, trained them to protect Caesar over you.
They say, "All roads lead to Rome," but how many will lead out?
We vote 'til we see our ballots do not make the count. Plus both
horses have been fixed. So he who wins will have no dick. And
first glance may make you sick… to spot the hand above the skit.
What comes up always comes down. By the sword we've lived too long…
So get ready for the fall.