Roman Ash. by John Goodblood Lyrics

Before you leave the room and this pile of sand
Make sure that there's a broom with this man with just one hand
Here comes the witch hunt. All the wood is burning
Ain't it such a thrill hun? To see this world a turning

The vice president is in jail
So have the decadence pay the bail
Only memories of these old lies, hiding in the back of your shelf
Now you got no one to cry and you got no one to die with but yourself

The house you built now ash. Diamond's gone to coal
Million dollar bash in a god forsaken hole
Here's to the Romans. Them with all their power
And all they've stolen with every passing hour

How the deputy was found dead
They put a bullet right through his head
All these bones in your pathway. Why don't you crawl back inside of your cell?
Well they'll catch you any day now. It's hell you gotta pay now
Mademoiselle