We’re on a marching band
I say we are before the month of May ends…
We’re on some marching band
God damn, I say we are
We’re on a fucking marching band
Marching through this nonsensical land
Say we are, we damn sure are—
Marching on piles with panic!
We shed laughs instead of blood,
Yeah, fine, we’re on a marching band
Cause we all feel sick so we make some entrance grand
but like sex it all feels we’re having a one-night stand:
To gather in haste and together we split
out our marching band,
where the prophets sound their horns
and those who holds their cross,
Make some children in bed mourn.
Father, why you pile us up… in some marching band?
Where bombs drop beats and guns for rattles.
I hate to see myself in some marching band,
where someday I will carry a fellowman’s coffin at hand…
I ask why there is a marching band—
On days we face death and his guitar,
as he plucks as back to no man’s land?
😄 I should have posted this the past May haha