We Are So Blind To The Signs They Tryin To Lose The World And We Will Walk Right Up With Our Guns Yup, Hand And Hand Yeah We'll March Right After The
's ready to play That's right yawl, it's hostyle today Yo yo, yo Woke up in the morning and my eggs was part Turned on the boob toob saw the million man march
Marching columns of dead events I was tender and often true Ever a prey to coincidence Always knew I the consequence Always saw what the end would be We
they think that they know something We know not? We're gonna rock Just like Marc We're gonna rock Just like Marc We're gonna do it in the park Woodland rock We
Order must be kept Do I need a gas mask? (Should I get inoculated?) Will this war last? (Will we be incinerated?) False gods Death squads Blind The elephants march
Cenos, prince of evil now your march is almost done your mighty forces gone swallowed by our gods Dragons and elves now faithfull to our quest their forces
how long do we shout for? Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind
We Could See But We Are So Blind To The Signs They Tryin To Lose The World And We Will Walk Right Up With Our Guns Yup, Hand And Hand Yeah We'll March
Big beat deliver me From this sanctimonious skunk We're no flaming angels And he's not heaven sent How can he speak for the Prince of Peace When he's
les toucher du doigt We don't change We simply put other's costumes on ourselves We don't change A jacket simply hides a little of what we see We do not grow We
and she had none. And yet we both reached for the gun Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes we both Oh yes we both Oh yes, we both reached for The gun, the gun, the
And if you try to sense the smell of your face For you found the keyhole, but you lost your backbone No courage left to join the march of endless time
we fought Wounded and tired with no end in sight The storm draws near Upon the highest mountain we stand Steel against steel as we strike yet again Face
" and it got in "Look" Then the cameras began to click And that my friend really did the trick Then her fortunes began to climb She appeared on "The March
Zag, make your girl catch a whip lash Tried to look when she seen the God zip past Money stack high up like a skyscraper Fly shorties getting stuck to my fly paper Now we march
Say if you ain't know We go by the GS Boyz, Soufside Prince Charming and Mr. Marc D You nasty Hit the booty, hit the booty dew Now hit the booty dew,
Donald wha' loves me sae dearly For the morrow he will march for Edinburgh toon (town) Tae fecht for his King and Prince Charlie (to fight) O well may
Big beat deliver me from this sanctimonious skunk We're no flamin' angels, he's not Heaven sent How can he speak for the 'Prince of Peace' When he's hawk