nostalgia where there are no features Look at ourselves through a porthole, the passage of time See that sunny day that we snuck down, hid under the bleachers Kissed as the band marched
saying And I traded a smoke for a food stamp dollar A ridiculous marching band started playing Got me singing along with some kind of half-hearted victory song
hydrogen laugh, the cure, the grass, the medicine, the farmers, the club, the growers and the citizens. The caters, the champ that amped um for the marching bands
Right! This life like dream ain't for me I fell asleep while watching Spike TV After 10 cups of coffee and you're still not here Dreaming of a song
, and they gave me a gun, And they marched me away to the war. And the band played 'Waltzing Matilda,' As the ship pulled away from the quay, Amidst the songs
Brave We're in the band....We're in the band... Horizon Bound. Forever, horizon bound [Chorus] We're in the band...We're in the band Drawing lines
When death is the helmsman who steers Jonah's Ark Tomorrows an iceberg that lurks in the dark The band played our song it's the Funeral March
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When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, "Son, when you grow up Would you be the savior of the broken The
anywhere at all, Be-doodle in the kitchen, or be-doodle in the hall, Be-doodle in your bathtub, or be-doodle on the phone, Be-doodle in a marching band
the girls from back in high school Who actually spoke to me Even though I was a fat kid and a marching band geek I hope this song finds you well And
Our love is like a sunny day Or like a perfect song We were almost there Marching strong While all these eyes Are watching us I'm scared inside Cause
tell the local bands down at the bar That he's the critic, yeah, I can hook you up I know everybody in the business He flunked junior high band he couldn't march
kissy, kissy No cure and I don't want one Oh baby, this must be love You got me lost in a wonderland Love songs played by a marching band Lips like
I love a parade on the fourth of July The fireworks fillin? up the sky, the stars and stripes And the sound of a high school marching band Yeah, and
before your eyes Wash up on her coast, not a nickel to my name Sold my, sold my, sold my gold watch and chain Enough to hire a band of lyres to march
' in the crates ever since I was livin' in space Before the rat race, before monkeys had human traits I mastered numerology, big band theology Performed