This road leads to Rome
That road leads to ruin
I'm all up in the madding crowd
The general's been screwin' us around
The land's no longer arable
The farmhands all feel terrible
A river red with rebel blood to sweep us off our feet
Do you remember?
Humility on parade, humility on parade
The welcome was overstayed
Humility on parade
Let it run, let it run, let the river run
The remnants of the leisure class will crumble
Smug bastards will be humbled
Forcible miscegenation
No bow ties, no invitations
Goodbye to all of that
You gotta look the prisoners in the eyes
A boldness in their stare you might not recognize
As you struggle to recall your names
Family and Christian, family and Christian
Family and Christian
Untenable position
Here comes the inquisition
Yeah, it'll come, it'll come, it'll surely come
I am the mustard on the wedding dress
The weevil in the watercress
I lost the language, I confess
Beyond the false horizon lies the rising up, the rising up

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