Cuomoville Lyrics

[Verse 1]
There's magic on a summer evening
The frogs are croaking in the pond
We're turning towards salvation
Across the Rubicon
All the day, we work with our hands
Digging in the Tuscan soil
Planting peas and cabbage
Nourished by the toil

[Chorus]
Here in Cuomoville
We don't need chains of gold, whoa-ho
Leave it for the Roman soldiers
In their winged chariots
[Verse 2]
It's a surrogate for heaven
As the wicked world turns round
We bring each other comfort
Never let each other down
If this is all we are given I'm sure that I'll be satisfied
To know that you are with me
On the day I die

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Feed 'em, 'feed em
To the lions
Feed 'em, feed 'em
To the lions
Taste your own
Medicine
Feed 'em, feed 'em
To the lions
Wave your hands
As they are dying
Taste your own
Medicine
[Outro]
Here in Cuomoville
We don't need chains of gold, whoa-ho
Leave it for the Roman soldiers
All hail the Roman soldiers
In their winged chariots

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