I am Nero. I've done both good and bad. Yet which is which, You shall decide.
I love all instruments of art, Yet I love myself even more. But my people and glorious Rome, I put as my first priority.
Yet I have been misjudged. I, emperor of Rome, misjudged! I have never yet been a third wheel to my people, And already, they wish me off the throne.
All curse the Great Fire of Rome! Curse that blasted fire, that so burnt and razed my destiny to the ground. The beginning, of the end of me
Fool my people more for thinking worse of me! Fie, a traitor to my own land? I played my lyre and sang and acted, as the fire raged, Only to give my people peace of mind! Yet I am sorely accused of being ignorant...
Buildings were burnt, My own palace destroyed so. And hence, a need to build a grander palace... Which I did.
The palace rebuilt, Invitations to the poor of my land to come into my golden home. Feast and enjoy themselves they did, And I, I ne'er said a word...
Once again, I am sorely accused. What did I get for allowing the lowest scum of the earth to enter my home?
Wild accusations, of the likes never heard before! That I was greedy, that I saw the Great Fire as a chance to earn more glory, That I cared for mine and mine only!
Revolts all over, Accusations travelling fast as greased lightning, Rebellions grew, as fast as weeds do.
Now I am off the throne, The people are happy, The Senate fights and argues over the throne's seat. Christened as the Dark Ages of Rome, Indeed, it is.
As to if more emperors shall take my place, There will, yet none will last. This is the beginning of the end, Of me, of Rome, of my people, of everything my predecessors have worked and slaved for.
Judge me now, O historians.
I am, Emperor Nero.
*In an alternate version, instead of "third wheel", it's "fifth wheel".
I am Nero.
I've done both good and bad.
Yet which is which,
You shall decide.
I love all instruments of art,
Yet I love myself even more.
But my people and glorious Rome,
I put as my first priority.
Yet I have been misjudged.
I, emperor of Rome, misjudged!
I have never yet been a third wheel to my people,
And already, they wish me off the throne.
All curse the Great Fire of Rome!
Curse that blasted fire, that so burnt and razed my destiny to the ground.
The beginning,
of the end of me
Fool my people more for thinking worse of me!
Fie, a traitor to my own land?
I played my lyre and sang and acted, as the fire raged,
Only to give my people peace of mind!
Yet I am sorely accused of being ignorant...
Buildings were burnt,
My own palace destroyed so.
And hence, a need to build a grander palace...
Which I did.
The palace rebuilt,
Invitations to the poor of my land to come into my golden home.
Feast and enjoy themselves they did,
And I, I ne'er said a word...
Once again, I am sorely accused.
What did I get for allowing the lowest scum of the earth to enter my home?
Wild accusations, of the likes never heard before!
That I was greedy, that I saw the Great Fire as a chance to earn more glory,
That I cared for mine and mine only!
Revolts all over,
Accusations travelling fast as greased lightning,
Rebellions grew, as fast as weeds do.
Now I am off the throne,
The people are happy,
The Senate fights and argues over the throne's seat.
Christened as the Dark Ages of Rome,
Indeed, it is.
As to if more emperors shall take my place,
There will, yet none will last.
This is the beginning of the end,
Of me, of Rome, of my people, of everything my predecessors have worked and slaved for.
Judge me now,
O historians.
I am,
Emperor Nero.
*In an alternate version, instead of "third wheel", it's "fifth wheel".