Rome

You go out, it's no good You remain made of wood It's cruel and unusual It's insane to be out In the cold light In the hallways of the world You keep hearing it said - "You're a doornail, you're dead You're dead. You're dead. You're dead." You're dead... But one look in his eyes and you know that you're going One look and you know that you're gone Please don't bother trying to find her Let's check your sales, England and Wales It's not looking good for the dusk, for the dawn Do not save the date. Wait. Get out of town You do not save the date, you wait You get out of town You do as Romans do You do as Romans do You do as Romans do You do as Romans do You do as Romans do You do as Romans do