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    March On

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    The country is FUCKED
    We've got a maniac running the lines
    Writing the headlines
    Keeping the fire burning
    Incessantly fanning the flames
    Flames of fear, the end of the world is near
    Lets try and tax their tips
    The average waiter of $2.13
    Our supply has fallen short of demand
    And we need more bullets for M16s
    To shred through the dead weight
    Their lives expense we could not anticipate
    And I hope this weighs on your shoulders
    Cuz my back breaks
    With every innocent life they take
    What have we now but a 747 of loads
    And the president counting down as these nations explode
    5,4,3,2,1
    Standby for the war of our worlds has begun
    March
    March on
    Storm the gates of this abomiment
    And free the liar of his cause
    March (what do we do?)
    March on (to the sound of a drum)
    Let freedom ring from desert to mountain top
    And the sound of the ring I will degrade with every word that I sing
    I'll piss upon with every word that I sing
    Shredding through deadweight
    For in their sleep they cannot anticipate
    My words heavy as boulders
    As they roll off my tongue to your ear, am I hurting your shoulders?
    5,4
    Enough with the numbers, fuck it
    I'm ready for war
    March (what do we do?)
    March on (to the sound of a drum)
    Storm the gates of this abomiment
    And free the liar of his cause
    March (what do we do?)
    March on (to the sound of a drum)
    Let freedom ring from desert to mountain top
    And the sound of the ring I will degrade with every word that I sing
    And three cheers for the cause
    Saddle up cause I'm ready for war
    Saddle up cause I'm ready for war
    Pray that the power of God eludes you
    Or let the power consume you
    And burn with every last cent that you've earned
    The money you've made off the lives that you put in the grave
    We're all pawns in the game
    March
    March On..
    And the cavalry's ready
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