March On
The country is FUCKED!
We've got a maniac running the lines,
Writing the headlines,
Keeping the fire burning
Incessantly fanning the flames
Flames of fear the end of the world is near
Let's try and tax their tips
The average waiter of $2.13
Our supply has fallen short of demand
And we need more bullets for M16?s
To shred through the dead weight
Their lives expense, we could not anticipate
And I hope this weighs on your shoulders,
Cuz my back breaks with every innocent life they take
What have we now but a 747 of loads
And the president counting down as these nations explode
Five, four, three, two, one
Standby for the war of our worlds has begun
March, March on,
Storm the gates of this abomiment, and free the liar of his cause
March, what do we do?
March on, to the sound of a drum
Let freedom ring from desert to mountain top,
And the sound of the ring I will degrade with every word that I sing
I'll piss upon with every word that I sing
Shredding through deadweight
For in their sleep they cannot anticipate
My words heavy as boulders?
As they roll off my tongue to your ear, am I hurting your shoulders?
Five, four,
Enough with the numbers, fuck it I'm ready for war
March, what do we do?
March on, to the sound of a drum
Storm the gates of this abomiment, and free the liar of his cause
March, what do we do?
March on, to the sound of a drum
Let freedom ring from desert to mountain top
And the sound of the ring I will degrade with every word that I sing
And three cheers for the cause
Saddle up cuz I'm ready for war!
Saddle up cuz I'm ready for war!
Pray that the power of God eludes you,
Or let the power consume you
And burn with every last cent that you've earned,
The money you've made off the lives that you put in the grave
March On!
We're all pawns in a game
And the cavalry's ready