They come, they go   They never do not go   They come, they see   They conquer then they leave      With man-eating beliefs   Superior of death   With lineage and myth   And a half-heartedness at birth      I have the same old dream   About a tunnel by my bed   From where the stench of shit of minotaurs   Yawns like lewd and evil breath      But instinct and a map   Has set to work inside my head   Instead of shedding tears   I've learned to drink and piss instead      They come, they go   They never do not go   They come, they see   They conquer then they leave      I am in Rome   And i am going to the games   I see the gulf   And it's going to   Bore my name into the      Green green grass   The catwalks of the past   My head is like an oven   As i rest it in my palms      We were just standing on the beach   When a bull rose from the surf   I said "show him the back door my dear   He'll only paw the turf"      Three seasons came and went   Tracksuits found the dispossessed   My wife had other plans   And now a bastard surfs the web      There's nothing she can do   He does not talk, he does not move   He spends all day looking at porn   Or playing fucking Halo 2      They come, they go   They never do not go   They come, they see   They conquer then they leave      I am in Rome   And i am going to the games   I am the last to find my seat   I'm standing at the gate      Intermission comes   Nerves are touched, and smokes are screened   It's on a pack of cigarettes   Along with all our faults and memes and it says   Veni Vidi Vici