Call Out the Cavalry, Strike Up the Band
Call out your cavalry
Strike up the band
Put on your most convincing air of command
I know when I've been dealt a shitty hand
Call out your cavalry
Strike up the band
I'll wear any chains
I don't wanna be free
Like a tiger born in a cage
I wouldn't know what to do with me
I don't wanna run to live to fight another day
I'm ready to be a prisoner in your victory parade
Call out your cavalry
Strike up the band
Your easy victory is close at hand
I'll fight just hard enough
To keep you looking grand
Call out your cavalry
Strike up the band
Get your tallest hat
Shine up your boots
Get a tailor to let out your ill-fitting general's suit
I don't wanna waste my time pretending I can win
I'm throwing up my hands
I'm turning myself in
Call out your cavalry
Strike up the band
Put on your most convincing air of command
I know when I've been dealt a shitty hand
Call out your cavalry
Strike up the band
Measure out your beams
I'll look good on a cross
Hitch a yoke around my neck
Let me haul your wagon boss
I don't wanna keep you from the crowds calling your name
Now take me to your market square
Let them call out my fate
Strike up the band
Put on your most convincing air of command
I know when I've been dealt a shitty hand
Call out your cavalry
Strike up the band
I'll wear any chains
I don't wanna be free
Like a tiger born in a cage
I wouldn't know what to do with me
I don't wanna run to live to fight another day
I'm ready to be a prisoner in your victory parade
Call out your cavalry
Strike up the band
Your easy victory is close at hand
I'll fight just hard enough
To keep you looking grand
Call out your cavalry
Strike up the band
Get your tallest hat
Shine up your boots
Get a tailor to let out your ill-fitting general's suit
I don't wanna waste my time pretending I can win
I'm throwing up my hands
I'm turning myself in
Call out your cavalry
Strike up the band
Put on your most convincing air of command
I know when I've been dealt a shitty hand
Call out your cavalry
Strike up the band
Measure out your beams
I'll look good on a cross
Hitch a yoke around my neck
Let me haul your wagon boss
I don't wanna keep you from the crowds calling your name
Now take me to your market square
Let them call out my fate
Credits
Writer(s): Drootin Stefanie, Senseney Christopher Jared Elliott
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