This road leads to Rome   That road leads to ruin   I'm all up in the madding crowd   The general's been screwin' us around      The land's no longer arable   The farmhands all feel terrible   A river red with rebel blood to sweep us off our feet   Do you remember?      Humility on parade, humility on parade   The welcome was overstayed   Humility on parade   Let it run, let it run, let the river run      The remnants of the leisure class will crumble   Smug bastards will be humbled   Forcible miscegenation   No bow ties, no invitations   Goodbye to all of that      You gotta look the prisoners in the eyes   A boldness in their stare you might not recognize   As you struggle to recall your names   Family and Christian, family and Christian      Family and Christian   Untenable position   Here comes the inquisition   Yeah, it'll come, it'll come, it'll surely come      I am the mustard on the wedding dress   The weevil in the watercress   I lost the language, I confess   Beyond the false horizon lies the rising up, the rising up