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!
Pick 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
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, no, 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!
Pick 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
Rapa papa pampam
Rapa papa pampam
Rapa papa pam rapa pam ra pa 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 up
To 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
Rapa papa pam pam
Rapa papa pam pam
Rapa papa pam rapa pam rapa pam pam



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse B A Abbey
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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