A rose slightly stolen Means blood on a thorn A clear evening sky And a cold frosty morn' The trash in the alley Shows for food on a disk A sudsy detergent And thousands of fish Doing the backstroke in the lake How sturdy the baby How painful the birth The gas in your Buicks Leaving holes in the earth You can't be successfull, without being mean And the West can't be wealthy Without human beings Starving to death far in the East The higher you climb The harder you'll fall Your tangible riches mean nothing at all Remember the Romans, remember the Greeks Ignoring the omens, or signs so to speak And if you don't listen, then be on your guard 'Cause it might seem so pretty The truth will be hard, when you get what you deserve The higher you climb The harder you'll fall Your tangible riches mean nothing at all Tussenspel The higher you climb The harder you'll fall Your tangible riches mean nothing at all Remember the Romans, remember the Greeks Ignoring the omens, or signs so to speak And if you won't listen Then be on your guard 'Cause it might seem so pretty The truth will be hard When you get what you deserve