Marcus Orelias – Pompeiii lyrics

[Verse 1: Marcus Orelias]
You gon' wave pom poms or you gon' play?
[Censored] is the regime
So I'm pompous screaming "Pompeiii" with three "i"s
You got three eyes, Antlionnn got three "n"s
But the other two after "n". Silent
So when we come for you, you won't see no end
It's inert, invert
Dust we kick up leaving competition in dirt or covered [dirt sfx]
Hands on her ass, hands on the wheel, hands on a deal
Hands on your emotions when I pen a track
Cause it's how you feel
See it in their eyes floating in the sky
But I'm tryna touch lives at the same damn time
Here's the guidelines on when we grind
Broads gon' hawk when we get some shine
Closet fans gon' hide then pretend like they been ready to ride
White pants, black top - gettin' paid since black tops in eighth grade
Got me looking like an 80s d-boy; stacking bricks - playing tetris
In the Temple of Jupiter to the house of this poet
The goal is, do it like Pink Floyd sell out the amphitheater
So the world can hear...

[Pre-Hook: Marcus Orelias and Ray Hurd as The Mysterious Man]
An eruption happened midday
When a priestess saw my life and said a prophecy
Spoke the salvation back into my entity
Destructive paths are for those of uncertainty

[Hook]
You say Rome wasn't build in one day
We don't want that, we want Pompeiii
Pompeiii (x5)
We don't want that, we want Pompeiii

[Outro: Marcus Orelias]
How many deathbeds? How many astrologers?
How many philosophers? How many warriors?
How many tyrants?
After abusing the power of life and death atrociously, as if they were
Themselves immortal
How many whole cities have met their end?
Like Helike, Pompeii, Herculaneum, and countless others
One who laid out another for burial, and was buried himself, and then the
Man who buried him - all in the same short space of time
In short, know this: Human lives are brief and trivial
Yesterday a blob of semen; tomorrow embalming fluid, ash
To pass through this brief life as nature demands. To give it up without
Complaint. Like an olive that ripens and falls
Praising its mother, thanking the tree it grew on