The New Romans

Let’s shop till we drop, till we forget our names
You are what you want, in the land of the free
So stand up straight and eat your tail
Living out life like a good Mousketeer

The ends are the means when all you want are toys

Let’s get drunk and watch something die
It’s safe to laugh again with the new brand ironic
A chicken in every pot, 2 cars in every garage.
Comfortably numb as the empire falls

We’re the new Romans now hear us yawn
Forced to crawl the ladder as we watch the bottom burn
In tune with the paradox but there’s not much that we can do about it
But brush away that carrot and all we gots resentment.
And it’s pointed at you.

To the Glory of Rome -
Till theres nothing left
When the wars come back home
We’ll eat it up yum
Mom there’s nothing to eat
And the house is caving in
We’ll do what we’re told
We’ll eat it up yum
yum (4x)