Songtext von The Roman Road

I was raised on a roman road, You could argue that a film we saw Where the plane was a child to the Rich above her cuts away her soul See where the falcons fly, with the Low flying jets with the heads held high Looking at the valley below, All the cars and the trucks they just go go go Roman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to Rome Roman road, it's a line to the past and a road to Rome Roman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to Rome Roman road, all the cars and the trucks they just go go go You could talk to the molten gold, So I could tell they'll be understood That the universe is flat and trees are made of wood Staring at the nebula, I plant my root to a distant fruit Flying my caterpry (?) To stop those fuckers flying by Roman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to Rome Roman road, it's a line to the past and a road to Rome Roman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to Rome Roman road, it's a line to the past they just go go go Oh Roman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to Rome Roman road, it's a line to the past they just go go go Roman road, it's a little pit stop on the road to Rome Roman road, all the cars and the trucks they just go go go Oh, on the Roman Road Scheming and a-dreaming there be reason to be living Scheming and a-dreaming there is reason to be living