Handed down from fathers to sons
Was the hatred of weakness and the love of guns
A tale of peace but not in our time
To save our souls and stop the crime
Marching onwards but going nowhere
So how many now truthfully swear
That they see no evil, do no wrong
The ad-mass agents, the writers of song
The bankers, the poets, the modern day seers
Clouding an issue that was never quite clear
Sent through the ages of boy to man
The living testament of making a stand
Killing the wicked then raising the dead
Eating propaganda and shit spoon fed
Grasping for wisdom, but thick all the same
So how many innocents now can claim
That they play with fire and get burnt
And through the same mistakes never get learnt
Hoping for a time it will fall in place
Faith shall show as our saving grace
Like that y'all
Don't stop y'all
To the march y'all
To the top
Was the hatred of weakness and the love of guns
A tale of peace but not in our time
To save our souls and stop the crime
Marching onwards but going nowhere
So how many now truthfully swear
That they see no evil, do no wrong
The ad-mass agents, the writers of song
The bankers, the poets, the modern day seers
Clouding an issue that was never quite clear
Sent through the ages of boy to man
The living testament of making a stand
Killing the wicked then raising the dead
Eating propaganda and shit spoon fed
Grasping for wisdom, but thick all the same
So how many innocents now can claim
That they play with fire and get burnt
And through the same mistakes never get learnt
Hoping for a time it will fall in place
Faith shall show as our saving grace
Like that y'all
Don't stop y'all
To the march y'all
To the top
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