So there we were in the heartnWhere everything that we know got its startnThen it all fell apartnWell I guess that's what you getnWhen you spread yourself too thinnnBut we had bigger fish to frynLike findin' a place to sleep at nightnI'd bought a slice of pizza nJust to try and kill some timenAnd for a minute everything was finennWe had a number in our notebooknBut it was way too late to callnIt was well after midnight nWhen our train passed through the city wallsnWe didn't know this girl at allnnSo we got out our travel booknTo read about the neighborhoodnSaid it wasn't very goodnBut it felt alright to menAll I wanted to do was go to sleepnnSo we walked around the cornernAnd we found a cheap motelnWe knew we couldn't afford itnBut we said, Oh wellnnWhen you've been on the train all daynYou're in a big city in a new countrynYou're real tired and it's latenSometimes it's better just to paynnThat's the way it goesnSometimes you knownIt'd be okaynAnd after all we were in RomennWell it had been a long timenSince we had slept insidenWe woke up late the next daynAnd the sun was shining brightnWe paid our bill, we cried, we went outsidennThey got their bread and circusnAnd I guess so do wenBut they got theirs for freenI think that we're gettin' ripped offnWe must destroy all empires at any costnnWhen you're standin' in a templenOf a long-gone God it seems so simplenEverybody dies, no matter who you arenFrom far enough away our sun is just another starnnAnd the statue of Moses that we sawnHad horns on his head and was eight feet tallnMaybe that was the case,nNo it's not our place to saynMaybe some things just don't translatennWe called up this girlnWho had ordered a CDnShe was the first from ItalynWhen we asked for hospitalitynShe said we could stay at her parents' placennThey were so sweet to usnIt was so nice to meet a punk nShe took good care of you and menShe bought us soy ice creamnHer mom cooked dinner every nightnIt was so hard for us to leavennAnd the stray dogs of PompeynWere our guides that daynThey became our friends,nWe were a lot like themnThey taught us many thingsnAnd all they wanted was some food for their paynnThen we went to the coastnWhere the roads are wound so closenAnd the buses bounce from side-to-sidenWe thought that we might dienWe couldn't find a place to sleep at all that nightnnThe city filled with scootersnHeld so many mysteriesnI saw the weirdest thing therenThat I think I'll ever seenIt was a pizza topped with octopus,nA whole one on each slicennBut I got my dinner therenIt was a pizza topped with friesnAnd Italy was nicenMade us feel right at homenOur money's in the fountainnAnd we will return to Rome