Weezer - Cuomoville paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Cuomoville - Weezer



There's magic on a Summer evening
The frogs are croaking in the pond
We're turning toward salvation
Across the Rubicon
All the day we work with our hands
Digging in the Tuscan soil
Planting peas and cabbage
Nourished by the toil
Here in Cuomoville
We don't need chains of gold, whoa oh
Leave it for the Roman soldiers
In their winged chariots
It's a surrogate for heaven
As the wicked world turns round
We bring each other comfort
Never let each other down
If this is all we are given
I'm sure that I'll be satisfied
To know that you are with me
On the day I die
Feed 'em, 'feed em
To the lions
Feed 'em, feed 'em
To the lions
Taste your own medicine
Feed 'em, feed 'em
To the lions
Wave your hands
As they are dying
Taste your own medicine
Here in Cuomoville
We don't need chains of gold, whoa oh
Leave it for the Roman soldiers
All hail the Roman soldiers
In their winged chariots



Writer(s): Rivers Cuomo


Weezer - SZNZ: Summer
Album SZNZ: Summer
date de sortie
21-06-2022




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