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From an open book to a closed shop
Feeling like an animal
The one that time forgot

The squadron never dies, falls quickly to demise
Some
Sealing off the wealthy nations.
Furthering the separations.
The squadron carries new emotions for now.
It's been forty-seven years to date now.
From an open book to a closed shop
Feeling like an animal
The one that time forgot

The squadron never dies, falls quickly to demise
Some
Drifting about through the cauliflower trees
With a cauliflower ear for the birds
The Squadron assembled what senses they had
And this is the sound that
flying
A long way down south
To a secret mission town
In the U.S.A
In the U.S.A
Walking Cajun queen unknowing
About the blue light squadron
About
of the past, revised, laundered, tainted & poisoned
But I'll raise a toast to the memory of those who served in the
West African squadron
Merciful overlords
need my squadron
I was flying before d-day
Now I'm warning you of falling
I'll tell you when you're going down

Sometimes I get these questions
It
need my squadron
I was flying before D-day
Now I'm warning you of falling
I'll tell you when you're going down

Sometimes I get these questions
It
the night now


Blood on the paving stones, blood on the walls
As the city of wisdom falls
Conquering squadrons march in
With banners the colour of sin
can't find the direction of now
Compass and Earth are turned upside down
Fleet ships and squadron aces
Disappear in the sound
Vorticies and portals
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum, no battle
Little squadrons, dropping thimbles of Napalm 
They want you 

What do they want? 
What do they want? 

Tiny people, with little guns 
Little armies march,
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no
As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum, no battle
As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum, no battle
[Erick Sermon]
EPMD
Erick and Parrish Millennium Ducats
Squadron, uh-huh

[Erick Sermon]
Haha, let me introduce my DJ, Scratch the black Balboa
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by

No pipe did hum
No
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no
be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste

[Chorus]
Because I chose to play the fool in
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no

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