i could sing of deserts storming
i could sing of global warming
but you might not find it charming
and a song's supposed to charm
people starve and i keep singing
bombs are dropped and i keep singing
nero fiddled while an empire fell
i'm not him, so where's the harm
rome is burning, rome is burning
tell the band it's time to play
shall i sing about my new love
or the one who got away
he is made of earth and ether
he's marine and green and ochre
when i see my love in danger
what should i say, what can i say
rome is burning, rome is burning
tell the band it's time to play
shall i sing about our true love
while they're taking him away
shall i sing about our true love
while we let him get away
© 2004 paula pryce