Bob Dylan - Early Roman Kings

All the early Roman kings
In their shark skin suits
Bow ties and buttons
High top boots

Drivin' the spikes in
Blazin' the rails
Nailed in their coffins
In top hats and tails

Fly away over
Fly away, flap your wings
Fly by night
Like the early Roman kings

All the early Roman kings
In the early, early morn
Comin' down the mountain
Distributing the core

Speeding through the forest
Racing down the track
You try to get away
They drag you back

Tomorrow is Friday
We'll see what it brings
Everybody's talking
'Bout the early Roman kings

They're peddlers and they're meddlers
They buy and they sell
They destroyed your city
They'll destroy you as well

They're lecherous and treacherous
A-Hell bent for leather
Each of 'em bigger
Than all men put together

Sluggers and muggers
Wearin' fancy gold rings
All the women going crazy
For the early Roman kings

I can dress up your wounds
With a black cloudy rag
I ain't arfraid to make love
You'll get yours, hag

If you see me comin'
And you're standin' there
Wave your handkerchief
In the air

I ain't dead yet
My bell still rings
I keep my fingers crossed
Like the early Roman kings

I can strip you of life
Strip you of breath
Ship you down
To the house of death

A-one day
You will ask for me
There'll be no one else
That you'll want to see

Bring down my fiddle
Tuen up my strings
I'm going to break it wide open
Like the early Roman kings

I was up on Black Mountain
The day Detroit fell
They killed 'em all of
And they sent 'em to hell

Ding-dong daddy
You're comin' up short
Gon' put you on trial
In a Sicilian court

I've had my fun
I've had my flings
Gonna shake 'em on down
Like the early Roman kings