Few thousand years ago
Dude named Ceaser ran the show
He had some stuff and some friends
His friends they stabbed him in the end.
They weren’t gonna call him king
He wanted to let freedom ring
He had ideas that’s the thing
They trusted him their song to sing
Just walk into the senate
Keep your eyes on your friends
No matter how life turns out
always justify the ends
little kids eat sweet stuff
sandpapers not very rough
he loved them all in his own way
fear became murder, historic day
ambition led to the knife
His best friends shed his blood
Calpurnia at home alone
Ceaser full of blood and mud
Just walk into the senate
Keep your eyes on your friends
No matter how life turns out
always justify the ends
few thousand years have gone by
They stabbed Ceaser he did not die
Levels of death, breath, no breath
It’s all about your lack of depth
Brutus got jealous he wanted to rise
In a gaze so strange to us
stabbing his friend , looking in his eyes
The guilt of hate, was his prize.
Little things Over which we fuss
The way out's simple, get off the bus
Put on your toga, and get on your way. aaaannnnndddd
Just walk into the senate
Keep your eyes on your friends
No matter how life turns out
always justify the ends
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