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==Lyrics==
==Lyrics==
<poem>[...]
<poem>
Feed 'em, feed 'em to the lions
There's magic on a summer evening
Wave your hands as they are dying
The frogs are croaking in the pond
Taste your own medicine
We're turning towards salvation
Across the Rubicon
 
All the day we work with our hands
Digging in the Tuscan soil
Planting peas and cabbages
Nourished by the toil


Here in Cuomoville
Here in Cuomoville
[...]</poem>
We don't need chains of gold
Woah-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
Woah-oh
Leave it for the Roman soldiers
All hail the Roman soldiers
In their winged chariots
</poem>
 
==See also==
==See also==
*''[[SZNZ]]''
*''[[SZNZ]]''
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