O Romans with your Empires and your Stinking Breath
Watch out for the smaller things of this world
For we are going to get you... one day...
You live your lives up in the skies
Building your aqueducts and your coliseums
And you never think of US
Tickling away in the grasses
But we see you...
And if you bend your ear you just might hear
The steady beat of countless feet that come to eat
The wall that curls a hundred miles across a continent.
That temple built with the tears of millions of slaves
And all your most mighty and splendid creations
Shall turn to dust in our mouths...
So watch out,
O Caesars with Fat Bottoms and Hard Hearts