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
Picking 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

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

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
Picking it on up
Just a little more pride
Rapa pam pam

Rapa papa pampam
Rapa papa pampam
Rapa papa pam
Rapa pam rapa 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
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