Panis Et Circenses

I wanted to sing
My song lit up by the sun

I let the sails fly, up high in the air
I unleashed the tigers and lions, in the yards
But the folks in the dining room
Are busy being born and dying

I had made
A dagger of pure steel, shining bright
To kill my love, and I did
At five o'clock on Central Avenue
But the folks in the dining room
Are busy being born and dying

I had planted
Dream leaves in the mansion's garden
The leaves know how to seek out the sun
And the roots search, search
But the folks in the dining room
Those people in the dining room
Are the people in the dining room
But the folks in the dining room
Are busy being born and dying