Lyrics:
When are they gonna stop all of these victory processions
And you say...
The teacher never told you anything but white lies
But you never see
the undertaker
He did mighty well
Donatin' an old iron casket
That he'd never been able to sell
And the funeral procession, it wasn't much
For grace
ça que le ciel n'y comprenait rien.
Les jours de lumière,
Les mots des prières,
Tous en procession,
Lui faisaient escorte
Mais la fille est morte
well
Donated an old iron casket
He had never been able to sell
And the funeral procession
It wasn't much for grace and pomp and the style
But those
From the tin rooftop the little boy did watch
The procession down through town
Through the museum where Daniel whupped the Devil
With them boys
talking procession of the mighty
Pursued by a T.V. crew and coming after them
A limousine of singing stars and their brotherhood anthem
The former dictator
champagne procession
That's that Holy water, sanctified refreshments
God sent me a message, said I'm too aggressive
Really!? Me!? Too aggressive!?
Feel
this procession of unchanging days
What's new is old, what's old is gone
You're pushed up to the edge, so put your wingsuit on
Put your wingsuit on
(And
lesson?
When are they gonna stop all of these victory processions?
And you say
The teacher never told you anything but white lies
But you never see
and their butcher`s hooks
[Chorus:]
They`re hunting us down here with Liberty`s light
A handshaking double talking procession of the mighty
Pursued by
impression, some kind of procession
Pulling on a long line of fancy dancers
A band stuck up on a flatbed truck
They were raising a ruckus swinging for
Words are my big obsession
I got to rave rave rave
Accept my indiscretion
Craving for words
Walking in procession
I got to rave rave rave
with the One I love
With unveiled face I'll see Him
There my soul will be satisfied
Soon and very soon
Soon and very soon
See the procession
When the babies arrive back in their mother's hands, they are marched, in procession, to the Pasquanian natural hot springs...
Ryan : What?
TV : ...where
man was dead (This man was dead)
They find him black eyes and them lay it all
Upon his head (The man was dead)
Now the procession leads
man was dead (this man was dead)
They find him black eyes and them lay it all
Upon his head (the man was dead)
Now the procession leads
All strange orders of monsters
Hot on the tail of the woodvine
We welcome you to our procession
Here come the Comedians
look at them smile
possession
Are you one of the chosen few
Who will march in the the procession
And Daniel said
The sacred harp was handed down, from father unto son
his men, rides again
But before he sees the border he is dead
The priests they walk in procession with the coffin of state
The King he leaves his
Golden halos radiating higher
Diamond visions softly breathing fire
Sky processions we are watching you arrive
Silver crystals arching beams
the chance to kiss
Daydreamin' drugs the pain of living
Processions of missing
Lovers and friends
Fade in and they fade out again
In these daydreams
the pain on his face
He does what he can
The procession on the TV screen
What could it possibly mean for a man
Who's come this far just to turn
possession
Are you one of the chosen few
Who will march in the the procession
And Daniel said
The sacred harp was handed down, from father unto son
the pain on his face
He does what he can
The procession on the TV screen
What could it possibly mean for a man
who's come this far just to turn
