Camper Van Beethoven - New Roman Times Lyrics

[buh-bah's abound]
I'm sitting in the sand staring at my shoe
The birds, they sing "tweet tweet," but I don't hear their tune
Sergeant says something close to my face
Bells, they ring, they ring and ring

My daddy's got your back
My mama's got your back
My brother's got your (back)

Hello Morpheus, I think I'm going down
Ezekiel's wheel spins, I'm born upon a throne
By Red Cross crusaders, we wait from Galilee, Assyria, Sumeria

My brother's got your back
My sister's got your back
My papa's got your back

[buh-bah]s

The day we came home, it was a shitty day
No ticker tape parade, we rolled down Congress in the rain
And as we crossed across that Colorado Bridge
The bats flew out, darken the sky

My brother's got your back
My sister's got your back
My papa's got your back

Living in a town on the big Rio Bend
My kids' worker, she's always drunk
And my wife don't give a shit
I take a plane out to the Province of Las Vegas, California:
Occupied, the Republic of California

My brother's got your back
My sister's got your back
My papa's got your back

buh-bah, buh-bahhhh...