March

They're closing in The lights are out I'm wondering How far's the ground Mama are you listening? This is just like old times ''Where there is a will there's a way'' that was your line Keep the road you're traveling son and you'll be fine When they come home from war soldiers can't even walk So they March! Pick it on up Come pick up your stride Rapa pam pam, para papam March! Pick it on up Just a little more pride Rapa pam pam Rapa papa pampam Rapa papa pampam Rapa papa pam rapa pam ra pa pam pam Rapa papa pampam Rapa papa pampam Rapa papa pam rapa pam ra pa pam pam All my minutes Street side living Devil on my shoulder I'm sure it's winning Never stooping low but with the cards that I hold Everything's condoned that's a war-time premise Dreamt my vengeance Lined 'em out in white chalk Everyone that stripped me down and kicked me to the sidewalk No, no, no Mama are you listening? This is just like old times ''Where there is a will there's a way'' that was your line Keep the road you're traveling son and you'll be fine When they come home from war soldiers can't even walk So they March! Pick it on up Come pick up your stride Rapa pam pam, para papam March! Pick it on up Just a little more pride Rapa pam pam Rapa papa pampam Rapa papa pampam Rapa papa pam rapa pam ra pa pam pam Rapa papa pampam Rapa papa pampam Rapa papa pam rapa pam ra pa pam pam Shoes of linen Bare-foot sprinting Through the hill in the far-out distance Yeah, I marched I got it I listened I listened to your words when you told me to March Pick it all up To pick up my stride Rapa pam pam para pa pam Pick it on up With a little more pride Rapa pam pam Rapa papa pam pam Rapa papa pam pam Rapa papa pam rapa pam rapa pam pam Rapa papa pam pam Rapa papa pam pam Rapa papa pam rapa pam rapa pam pam