Accords :
G : 355433
G11 : 333433
C : 8-10-10-988
C11 : 888988
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A h th e earl y Roman kings in their shark skin suits.
B ow t ies an d buttons high-top boots.
D rivi n' the spikes in blazin' the rails.
N aile d in t heir coffins in top hats and tails.
F ly a way ov er fly away flap your wings.
F ly b y nigh t like the early Roman kings.
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A h th e earl y Roman kings were never really born.
C omin ' down the mountain distributing the corn.
S peed in' th rough the forest ah racin' down the track.
Y a tr ying' to get away they drag you back.
T omor row is Friday we'll see what it brings.
E very body's talkin' about the early Roman kings.
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T he p eddler s and the meddlers they buy and they sell.
T hey destro yed your city they'll destroy you as well.
T hey' re lec herous and treacherous a-hell-bent for leather.
E ach of 'em bigger than all men put together.
S lugg ers an d muggers wearin' fancy gold rings.
A ll t he wom en goin' crazy for the early Roman kings.
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I cou ld dre ss up you wounds with a blood-clotted rag.
I ain 't afr aid to make love to a bitch of a hag.
I f yo u see me comin' and you're standin' there
W ave your h andkerchief in the air.
I ain 't dea d yet my bell still still rings.
I kee p my f ingers crossed like the early Roman kings.
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I cou ld str ip you of life strip you of bread.
S hip you do wn to the house of death.
O ne d ay you will ask for me.
T hey' ll be no-one else that you'll wanna see.
B ring down fiddle tune up my strings.
I 'm g onna b rake it wide open like the early Roman kings.
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I was up on Black Mountain the day Detroit fell.
T hey killed them all off and they sent them to Hell.
D ing- dong-d addy you're comin' up short.
T hey' ll put you on trial in a Sicilian Court.
I hav e had my fun I've had my flings.
G oin' shake 'em on down like the early Roman kings.
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