Oh a rose that is stolen
There is blood on the thorn
A clear blue sky
In a cold frosty morn
The trash in the alley
Shapes the food on the dish
A sudsy detergent
And thousands of fish
Doing the backstroke to the plate
Oh how sturdy the baby
How painful the birth
The gas in your
Is leaving holes in the earth
You can't be successful
Without being mean
And the west is getting wealthy
Without human beings
Now the death for human beings
The higher you climb
The harder you fall
Your bankable riches
Mean nothing at all
Remember the Romans
Remember the Greeks
Ignoring the old man
A sign so to speak
And if you won't listen
Baby be on your guard
When life seems so pretty
The truth will be hard
When you get what you deserve
Repeat Chorus
Repeat Chorus
Remember the Romans
Remember the Greeks
Ignoring the old man
A sign so to speak
And if you won't listen
Baby be on your guard
When life seems so pretty
The truth will be hard
When you get what you deserve
