isle of Manhattan I'd bring it to where you are Making a lake of the east river and Hudson If I could open my mouth Wide enough for a marching band to march
light it burns so painful turn around and burn me painful no light can release my pain not a young god I spit in the eyes of the marching sane and in
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If you?re out there laughing Fishbowl culture You?re fighting for water If you?re out there laughing In our direction We see our failure Get on your
Oh when the punks go marching in, oh when the punks go marching in I wanna be in that number when the punks go marching in. Oh when the skins go marching
but they don't know it yet We're making the world safe for capitalism Here we come with our candy and our guns And our corporate muscle marches in
:] Dreaming by day into the night Of marching, marching with the Reich 'Til the day the wrongs done are put right We're marching, marching with the Reich
step Step by step (So you keep on marching) Step by step (So you keep on marching) Left right (So you keep on marching) Left right (So you keep on marching
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah The ants go marching one by one, The little one stops
high. We're marching to Zion, beautiful, beautiful Zion; We're marching upward to Zion; the beautiful city of God We're marching to Zion, beautiful, beautiful Zion; We're marching
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through wastelands of terror Fear shall live on in every human soul As the shrouded entity is gathering the bewilderd pale faces While marching towards
the fear and know the cost Sometimes you have to buy the fear to know the cost And when I come marching home When I come marching home When johnny comes marching
machine Is marching to the killing rhythm See through this facade Of retribution This machine Is marching to the killing rhythm Killing rhythm Marching
and die Driving in on this highway All these cars and upon the sidewalk People in every direction No words exchanged No time to exchange And all the little ants are marching
wet I'm looking at ladies I'm talking like men Marching through the wilderness Crying out for tenderness They call me mr. pitiful But ev'rything is wonderful Marching
'Cause with the bars I'm still a lot I've been as dark as dark has got And now I'm marching through the fog I'm marching through the fog It's dark and
his day That joyful day when Johnny comes marching home America, America, when Johnny comes marching home America, America, when Johnny comes marching