Right Foot

Never did i find a nest for my soulWe have made all the bans we imposedWe have thrownOn ourselvesIn memory's mannerThe weakened willRaise their headsTo mellow their somber facesThis day you willBe in your campIn the streets of your people...You are atThe summit of the honoredDecorate yourselvesDecorate yourselvesDecorate yourselves...Crazy man, stand to attach...No friends listeningCrazy man, stand to attach...No friends listeningAll I everWanted was to...All I everWanted was to...All I everWanted was to see your faceAnd contemplateAll I everWanted was to see your faceAnd contemplate...Never did i find a nest for my soulWe have made all the bans we imposedWe have thrownOn ourselvesIn memory's manner