The New Romans

Let's shop till we drop, till we forget our names
You are what you want, in the land of the free
So stand up straight and eat your tail
Living out life like a good mousketeer

Let's get drunk and watch something die
It's safe to laugh again with the new brand ironic
A chicken in every pot
Two cars in every garage
Comfortably numb as the empire falls

We are the new romans now
Hear us yawn
Forced to crawl the ladder as we watch the bottom burn
In tune with the paradox
But there's not much that we can do about it
But brush away that carrot
And all we got's resentment
And it's pointed at you

To the glory of rome
Till there's nothing left
To the glory of rome
When the wars come back home
We'll eat it up, yum
To the glory of rome
Mom, there's nothing to eat
To the glory of rome
And the house is caving in
To the glory of rome
We'll do what we're told
To the glory of rome
We'll eat it up, yum
Yum, yum, yum, yum