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