Rome - Coriolan lyrics
[Rome - Coriolan lyrics]
Will you wash your hands in his heart
Will you dwell? Will you pay yourself with
Being proud as well?
He has a heart as little apt as yours
But it harbours no complaints, no remorse
Coriolan, Coriolan, Coriolan
Wouldn't flatter you for a love forlorn
For he has no equal in pride, in scorn
And what his breast forges
His tongue must vent
For it's hard to walk with your knees bent
Will you dwell? Will you pay yourself with
Being proud as well?
He has a heart as little apt as yours
But it harbours no complaints, no remorse
Coriolan, Coriolan, Coriolan
Wouldn't flatter you for a love forlorn
For he has no equal in pride, in scorn
And what his breast forges
His tongue must vent
For it's hard to walk with your knees bent