Accident or intention
It's already history
Random or intelligent
The mute march in to victory
Innocent or innocent enough to say
I did what I did
I did what I did only
Render unto Caesar
Scrawled and all illegible
Sprawling and inflexible
The world asked you for nothing else
So and forward
Lifelong in a gentle breeze
Moral as a leaf
To fall and to decease, you
Render unto Caesar
(when should we bust into harmony)
Where the grayscale conjurers (flip it)
Where the lifelike perjurers (ride it)
Where the vested spectators (watch it)
Where the weapon chancellor (gun it)
Where the twilight mandolin (play it)
Where the high custodian (mop it)
Where the panic violins (panic)
Where the crabby handmaiden is (scrub it)
Down the line
Down the mercenary barbary
Down the line
Dead the martyrs' morbid poetry
(What are we singing?)
(uh, that doesn't make any sense what you just said; hey can you-)
Down the rampart
the vandals given to defeat
And down the landscape
The linemen plastered for a, for a, for a week
Render unto Caesar
Render unto Caesar