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- Ochs
- Phil
 
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- Acoustic
 
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- all the best
- great lyricists
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- singer songwriter
 
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Phil Ochs - When in Rome lyrics
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 In the fire blue forests, faded and forgotten
 I crawled through the cotton fields, picking for cotton
 D
 The overseer sneered, his whipping was rotten
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 With ecstasy.
 F#m
 Im child-like terror I tore out the tap roots
 Bm
 Cards of the lash were calling to follow suit
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 I dashed for the swamps, the hounds in hot pursuit
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 Jealously.
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 All through the night a figure of fright, as I hid my head
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 And the buried their nose in a cut of my cloths, now torn in shreds
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 And they never would leave until they believed that I was dead
 E a
 But I'd never curse their names
 E a
 Oh, who am I to blame
 E a
 I know I'd do the same
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 Endlessly.
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 And all the high-born ladies
 F#m
 So lovely and so true,
 B
 Have been handed to the soldiers
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 When in rome do as the romans do.
 Frail and afraid in the mists of the morning
 The snakes and the spiders were sadly performing
 The bark of the dogs kept up the warning
 Inside the wood.
 Sweating and swearing I crawled from the manger
 The highway appeared to take me from danger
 Is there anyone here who would pick up a stranger? 
 Oh I wish you could.
 Then someone replied "would you like a ride? "
 "come in" he said.
 We drove for a while, he gave me a smile and a piece of bread
 The hammer was hard in the chrome of the car as I cracked his head
 Then we took off in a spin
 Oh I smashed his skull again
 Oh thank you my good friend,
 I feel so good.
 And all the high-born ladies
 So lovely and so true,
 Have been handed to the soldiers
 When in rome do as the romans do.
 Late in the evening I came to the city
 I fell to the sidewalks sighing for pity
 A diamond was dropped from the hands of the pretty
 To be so kind.
 Cowards and corpses were busy competing
 The rhymes of the riots were busy repeating
 I raced to the corner and sped(? ) from the speeding
 To save my mind.
 Latches and locks, companies of cops ran from the rain
 There was silk in the stores for the whims of the whores
 That shone with shame.
 I asked for a light from a priest in the night
 Then I fanned the flames.
 And the traffic all stood still
 To see if someone had been killed
 I was glad to leave a thrill
 So far behind.
 And all the high-born ladies
 So lovely and so true,
 Have been handed to the soldiers
 When in rome do as the romans do.
 A monk and his mother were dancing so dandy
 A topless nun was handing out candy
 The beautiful bishop broke out the brandy
 The kiss we crave.
 They stuttered and stammered, would I feel like staying
 We fell to our knees, feverishly praying
 The salt in the salt-peter seemed to be saying
 Be brave, be brave.
 I reached reached for a robe, I preached and I probed
 And I taught the tune.
 And the greed for the gills was played to the hiltPhil Ochs - When in Rome - http://motolyrics.com/phil-ochs/when-in-rome-lyrics.html
 As I promised doom
I toyed with their fears, until coins and tears filled the room
 Then I took off down the road
 Laughing madly like a toad
 God bless every soulless soul
 That would be saved.
 And all the high-born ladies
 So lovely and so true,
 Have been handed to the soldiers
 When in rome do as the romans do.
 A chorus of children were passing the hours
 I joined in their fun and gave them my flowers
 Covered with kisses and showered with showers
 That they repaid.
 Taken and trusting, would I be their teacher? 
 She looked so appealing, I wanted to touch her
 Just out of reach, unable to reach her
 Their hands were raised.
 Charmed by the chalk, the lessons were taught, inside the class
 They studied the rules of the samurai schools, they had to pass
 The room was adjourned, the lessons were learned,
 I turned on the gas
 And I watched them make their pleas
 They passed the test with ease
 I gave them their degrees,
 They made the grade.
 And all the high-born ladies
 So lovely and so true,
 Have been handed to the soldiers
 When in rome do as the romans do.
 Feeling my weakness, a coward for company
 I joined the ranks of the hot and hungry
 To teach what it means to have love for your country
 We marched away.
 We lowered our lives for the lines of a border
 We danced with the mothers, played with the daughters
 We followed our fantasies, following orders
 It was child's play.
 After the war the bullets were bored so we capped the game
 With cynical smiles we put them on trial to place the blame
 Now what kind of beast would love such a feast
 Have you no shame? 
 So we hung the by the feet
 Oh, we shot them in the street
 Oh, the victory was sweet
 On victory day.
 And all the high-born ladies
 So lovely and so true,
 Have been handed to the soldiers
 When in rome do as the romans do.
 The bread and the circuses came to be nearing
 The saviour or somebody must be appearing
 Pagans and pageants were all disappearing
 Inside my head.
 The stones on the statues were staring and stalling
 Caesar and cassius were cursing and calling
 The empire had risen and now it was falling
 Or so it seemed.
 The crown and the cross seemed empty and lost in dark despair
 And luminous lies, death in disguise were everywhere
 The canvas was cold, the story was old, I said my prayers
 Then I crowned him on the head
 Oh, I blessed him as he bled
 Oh at last, the king is dead
 God save the queen.
 And all the high-born ladies
 So lovely and so true,
 Have been handed to the soldiers
 When in rome do as the romans do.
 Now nothing remained for building or burning
 The losing of lovers was all I was learning
 A time for escape and a time for returning had come to me
 Back through the ashes and back through the embers
 Back through the roads and the ruins I remembered
 My hands at my side I sadly surrendered
 Do as you please.
 The hero was home, proven and grown, I fell on the floor
 Mad with romance they started to dance, their star was born
 I bled like the rain, exploded in pain, then I screamed for more
 Oh, make me feel sublime
 Release me from my mind
 Oh, kill me one more time
 And set me free.
 And all the high-born ladies
 So lovely and so true,
 Have been handed to the soldiers
 When in rome do as the romans do.
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