Lyrics: Anand Wilder/Ira Wolf Tuton/Chris Keating
Music: Anand Wilder/Ira Wolf Tuton/Chris Keating
Rome - Yeasayer
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
And when you see me
Better make a phone call
'Cause I'm a bad brained graphical fiend with no time at all
But just know that
I'll drown in sorrow
When I deposit your body in the dove coat darlin' tomorrow
There's no mistaking that
Rome is gonna be mine
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of time
There's no mistaking that
Rome is gonna be mine
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of time
I'd sorta like to cross the
Rubicon and battle for it
I paint my face red
But I'm wearin' purple
I'm a gladiator high-heeled opium-fueled in a bubble
Take take take take
I take the gold plate
And silver metal
Heat it up melt it down into a soup and help you to swallow
There's no mistaking that
Rome is gonna be mine
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of time
There's no mistaking that
Rome is gonna be mine
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of time
I'd sorta like to cross the
Rubicon and battle for it
Rome is gonna be mine
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of time
There's no mistaking that
Rome is gonna be mine
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of time
There's no mistaking that
Rome is gonna be mine
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of time
There's no mistaking that
Rome is gonna be mine
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of time
There's no mistaking that
Rome is gonna be mine
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of time