Nova Mob Introduction
Let me tell you a story
Of old ancient glory
A glory that was once to Rome
And except for the truth
And a few other things
It's a story we've known to be told
For I've lived in Pompeii
Towards the very last days
And I ran with my tail in between my legs
And I went on my way
In his castle, King Pompdebile sat high on his throne
Thinking of money and the things that he wanted to own
An intelligent clown
Name of Wernher von Braun
He was outside escaping one day
And he looked all around
And he spat on the ground
And he said "I've discovered a way."
In nineteen forty-four
Towards the end of the war
And those with the drive
And the will to survive
Wouldn't fight any more
Under rust and the busted up concrete
The devil he died
With a shot through the roof of the mouth
Some cyanide
