Hail Caesar

The Proods

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend me your ears,
Lend me your ears, lend me your ears
I come to bury Caesar, not offer him praise, The good are buried with dead ape’s bones,
the evil apes do does not pass away. so let it be with Caesar; let it be known.
By leave of Koba, before you I traipse,
and he and the rest are honorable apes,
Koba the honorable called Caesar ambitious, selfish and eager, detached and malicious.
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend me your ears,
Lend me your ears, lend me your ears
When the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. This ambition of his seems rather inept
I once offered Caesar, the crown of a king
He thrice refused it, was this an ambitious thing?
I speak not to disprove, what Koba has said,
But just what I know, concerning the dead.
You all did once love him, and not without cause. Why do you not mourn, what gives you pause?
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend me your ears,
Lend me your ears, lend me your ears
My heart’s in the coffin,
for Caesar | yearn
And I must pause
until its return
There’s an enemy among us!
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend me your ears,
Lend me your ears, lend me your ears