all the early roman kings in their sharkskin suits bowties and buttons high top boots driving the spikes in blazing the rails nailed in their coffins in top hats and tails fly away little bird fly away flap your wings fly by night like the early roman kings all the early roman kings in the early early morn coming down the mountain distributing the corn speeding through the forest racing down the track you try to get away they drag you back tomorrow is friday well see what it brings everybodys talking bout the early roman kings theyre peddlers and theyre meddlers they buy and they sell they destroyed your city theyll destroy you as well theyre lecherous and treacherous hell bent for leather each of them bigger than all men put together sluggers and muggers wearing fancy gold rings all the women going crazy for the early roman kings i ll dress up your wounds with a blood clotted rag i aint afraid to make love to a bitch or a hag if you see me coming and youre standing there wave your handkerchief in the air  i aint dead yet my bell still rings i keep my fingers crossed like the early roman kings i ll strip you of life strip you of breath ship you down to the house of death one day you will ask for me therell be no one else that youll want to see bring down my fiddle tune up my strings gonna break it wide open like the early roman kings i was up on black mountain the day detroit fell they killed them all off and they sent them to hell ding dong daddy youre coming up short gonna put you on trial in a sicilian court ive had my fun ive had my flings gonna shake em all down like the early roman kings2