It was in the garden, temptation on the vine
Sugar on the tree that makes the sweetest wine
The snake slithered under Eve, in his pinstripe suit
and said, won’t you see it my way, for a taste of fruit?

For all the angels dancing, on the head of this pin
There’s serpents there to bribe them in original sin

Strike the root, where the withered meets the rot
Strike the root, where the kettle buys the pot
Strike the root, mammon is the grease
Strike the root, that brings us to our knees

It was by the Tiber, where Caesar came across
Rome still has a senate, but will it when I cross?
Follow the denarii, it always leads the way
You don’t still think that Caesar is Emperor today?

For all the legions fighting in war after war
The serpent is the prefect who always gives you more

Strike the root, where the withered meets the rot
Strike the root, where the kettle buys the pot
Strike the root, mammon is the grease
Strike the root, that brings us to our knees