Rooooooooman P
Rooooooooman P
You've already (?) your
Evil as you are Roman P
Rooooooooman

You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
Who looks at the door
You are the one
Who looks off the floor
You are the one with these nails in your skin
And we see you walking down the London Road
Looking for an earning to kill for the low
You are the one with the pink floor
You are the one with nails in it
You are the one P
(?)

Roman P
You met your longing
Roman P

Roman P
Dressed in your records
Like a lawyer at the gate
Trying to make excuses
You so have
You tell me me the (?) is of note
You tell me your money is your room
And as the babies slide from the Uterus
Bloody and dead
I see the Roman shaking his head
He's the one who makes the money
He's the one who makes the money
The one who makes the money
Where there is money there is information
Where is no money there is no information
[Voice speaking Icelandic]