Rome

You go out, it's no good
 You remain made of wood
 It's cruel and unusual
 It's insane to be out
 In the cold light
 In the hallways of the world
 You keep hearing it said -
 "You're a doornail, you're dead
 You're dead. You're dead. You're dead."
 You're dead...
 But one look in his eyes and you know that you're going
 One look and you know that you're gone
 Please don't bother trying to find her
 Let's check your sales, England and Wales
 It's not looking good for the dusk, for the dawn
 Do not save the date. Wait. Get out of town
 You do not save the date, you wait
 You get out of town
 You do as Romans do
 You do as Romans do
 You do as Romans do
 You do as Romans do
 You do as Romans do
 You do as Romans do