Where can a sick man go
When he can't choke down the medicine the old doc knows
A specialist came to town, but he stays at home
Sayin', "No one knows, so I don't"
Honey, when in Rome
Where can a teacher go
Wherever she thinks people need the things she knows
I hate those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home
And they'll burn 'em in the fireplace
Teacher, when in Rome
Grab a blanket, sister
We'll make smokes in those
Bring us some new blood
It feels like we're alone
Grab a blanket, brother
So we don't catch cold
From one another
I wonder if we're stuck in Rome
Where can a dead man go
The question with an answer only dead men know
But I'm going to bet they never really feel at home
If they spent a lifetime learning
How to live in Rome
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