I walk in the room and I look at my feet
There's death in the air but I lie through my teeth
And the message received is as clear as it's deep
That the Romans are feasting their eyes

It's not my idea of sport anymore
And I wouldn't have come if I'd been here before
As they leer and cavort
And they roll on the floor
And it's only a quarter to nine

And we're all gonna die
By the end of the night
We've got nothing to save
Our precarious livеs
It's a question of time
They'vе got blood in their eyes
And they're all drunk as lords
And we're all gonna die

I used to expect some respect to be shown
But I'm watching my dignity sink like a stone
Where it's kicked and it's thrown
But I hope that they don't
Have other distractions in mind
And we're all gonna die
By the end of the night
We've got nothing to save
Our precarious lives
It's a question of time
They've got blood in their eyes
And they're all drunk as lords
And we're all gonna die

Dear God, I can't be what I'm not
But always a favor I'll owe
If you let me go home
Cos I'm dead if you don't