Rome ©1996 Richard March Hey diddle diddle it’s the Seven Sons of Sceva Stand up at the mic and try and cut out demons But the G7 Leaven couldn’t call the evil out ‘Cause they’re tryin’ to use words they know nothin’ about In the name of freedom and Democracy They put the screws on you, they put the screws on me. Babylon colors flyin’ Red White and Blue Rome never died, it just fell on you And the man says he’s fightin’ for you and me But he’s just a houseboy for the MNC’s Keep you locked up cause they ain’t no fools Thrown’ money into prisons while they’re starvin’ in the schools Well the curtain came down, sir, what you gonna do Hurry up and point a finger so nobody knows it's you Be afraid! Be afraid! Hear the fat man scream ‘Cause everybody’s after your American dream But you better be careful, Sister, Brother don’t you see ‘Cause tommorrow he’ll be pointin’ at you and me The house ain’t never held a party of the people Everytime we get close they hang ‘em high on the steeple You talk too loud they gonna make you real quiet No matter Black, Brown, Yellow, Red, Green or White But the time ain’t never been better than today To speak about the truth in the light of day As the set slowly darkens for the final act Gray shadows separate White and Black While goodness grows weak and evils increase Love comes alive with hands and feet Cleansing the world of greed and deceit Breathing compassion, reaping the wheat Schaff of the selfish falls to the floor, fire consumes... Justice is born.