Weezer - Cuomoville lyrics

[Weezer - Cuomoville lyrics]

There's magic on a summer evening
The frogs are croaking in the pond
We're turning towards 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-ho
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-ho
Leave it for the Roman soldiers
All hail the Roman soldiers
In their winged chariots

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