| Let’s shop till we drop, till we forget our names
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| You are what you want, in the land of the free
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| So stand up straight and eat your tail
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| Living out life like a good Mousketeer
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| Let’s get drunk and watch something die
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| It’s safe to laugh again with the new brand ironic
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| A chicken in every pot,
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| 2 cars in every garage.
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| Comfortably numb as the empire falls
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| We are the new Romans now hear us yawn
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| Forced to crawl the ladder as we watch the bottom burn
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| In tune with the paradox but there’s not much that we can do about it
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| But brush away that carrot and all we gots resentment
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| And it’s pointed at you.
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| Yes
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| At you
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| To the Glory of Rome
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| Till theres nothing left
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| To the Glory of Rome
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| When the wars come back home
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| To the Glory of Rome
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| We’ll eat it up yum
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| To the Glory of Rome
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| Mom there’s nothing to eat
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| To the Glory of Rome
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| And the house is caving in
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| To the Glory of Rome
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| We’ll do what we’re told
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| To the Glory of Rome
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| We’ll eat it up yum
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| Yum
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| Yum
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| Yum |