March On

The country is FUCKEDWe've got a maniac running the linesWriting the headlinesKeeping the fire burningIncessantly fanning the flamesFlames of fear, the end of the world is nearLets try and tax their tipsThe average waiter of $2.13Our supply has fallen short of demandAnd we need more bullets for M16sTo shred through the dead weightTheir lives expense we could not anticipateAnd I hope this weighs on your shouldersCuz my back breaksWith every innocent life they takeWhat have we now but a 747 of loadsAnd the president counting down as these nations explode5,4,3,2,1Standby for the war of our worlds has begunMarchMarch onStorm the gates of this abomimentAnd free the liar of his causeMarch (what do we do?)March on (to the sound of a drum)Let freedom ring from desert to mountain topAnd the sound of the ring I will degrade with every word that I singI'll piss upon with every word that I singShredding through deadweightFor in their sleep they cannot anticipateMy words heavy as bouldersAs they roll off my tongue to your ear, am I hurting your shoulders?5,4Enough with the numbers, fuck itI'm ready for warMarch (what do we do?)March on (to the sound of a drum)Storm the gates of this abomimentAnd free the liar of his causeMarch (what do we do?)March on (to the sound of a drum)Let freedom ring from desert to mountain topAnd the sound of the ring I will degrade with every word that I singAnd three cheers for the causeSaddle up cause I'm ready for warSaddle up cause I'm ready for warPray that the power of God eludes youOr let the power consume youAnd burn with every last cent that you've earnedThe money you've made off the lives that you put in the graveWe're all pawns in the gameMarchMarch On..And the cavalry's ready