There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet
No matter where you live
There'll always be a few things, maybe several things
That you're going to find really difficult to forgive

There's going [bad word] a day when you feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day [bad word]  who can say, who can say?

Our mother has been absent
Ever since we founded Rome
But there's going to be a party
When the [bad word] home

We're going [bad word] the local airwaves
To tell the neighbors what's been going on
And they will shake their heads and wag their bony fingers
In all the wrong directions, and by daybreak we'll be gone

I'm going to get myself in fighting trim
Scope out every angle of unfair advantage
I'm going to bribe the officials, I'm going to kill all the judges
It's going to take you people years to recover from all of the damage

Our mother has been absent
Ever since we founded Rome
But there's going to be a party
When the [bad word] home