La Commune Rome

To colonies this land with orphans
And to contemplate
Suicide with a fervor that your servants
So often try to imitate
Wrap your arms around my back
Wrap me up in your black flags
For black is the color and freedom Is the word
And we all swing around - And we all sing about
My detachment - my banishment - my vagrancy
To detach the framework of fact
At the fall of the flags
Would you betray the revolution in me?
In thought, word and deed?
Are you advocating betrayal?
And bribing whores with diamond rings?
Now would you want this frail land
To bear to be king?
And we all swing around - And we all sing about
My detachment - my banishment - my vagrancy