This road leads to rome, that road leads to ruin. i'm all up inthe madding crowd, the general's been screwin' us around. theland's no longer arable (the farmhands all feel terrible)--ariver red with rebel blood to sweep us off our feet, do youremember? humility on parade humility on parade the welcome wasoverstayed humility on parade (let it run, let it run, let theriver run). the remnants of the leisure class will crumble! smugbastards will be humbled! forcible miscegenation! no bow ties, noinvitations! goodbye to all of that... you gotta look theprisoners in the eyes; a boldness in their stare you might notrecognize as you struggle to recall your names: family andchristian family and christian family and christian! untenableposition! here comes the inquisition! ("yeah, it'll come it'llcome it'll surely come!") i am the mustard on the wedding dress,the weevil in the watercress. i lost the language, i confess.beyond the false horizon lies the rising up, the rising up.