ancient rome we built that fucker stone by stone our fingers bled our feet were worn but we stood strong and carried on come on in do you want to touch my bulbous head with features wrapped and stretched to death a tiny nose is all that s left this is not for your entertainment the land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on the sand at the core of our bones it blows on and on and on and on the land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on the sand at the core of our bones continues on the basement s gone it seems they dug up all our land the world was lowered man by man let s move the sky and not join hands ancient rome we built that fucker stone by stone our fingers bled our feet were worn but we stood strong and carried on this is not for your entertainment the land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on the sand at the core of our bones it blows on and on and on and on the land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on the sand at the core of our bones continues on life still sounds like balloons you chew and you chew and chew your teeth crumble to the floor it s where they lay it s where they lay our past never really dies i don t think we even try there s no difference from where we wake or where we die  the land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on the sand at the core of our bones it blows on and on and on and on the land at the end of our toes goes on and on and on and on the sand at the core of our bones continues on1