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built to keep them out while keeping us in goose step parades We don't questions what we've become We march to the beat of the same indifferent drum
: There's do'ers and don'ters and I wills and won'ters and them, that don't even try Givers and takers, movers and shakers And them that are just passing
valsa e samba quando quer A verdadeira baiana e transafricana E pos americana, Rum, Pi, drum-machine, Le Rum, Pi, drum-machine, Le Rum, Pi, drum-machine
December You and I have reason to remember Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing The songs that you and I don't sing They blow their horns and march along They drum their drums
t matter to them yet People talking without speaking Trying to take what they can get I ask you if you remember Prospekt, how could I forget? Drums,
Just sit and putter Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade I'll march my band out I'll beat my drum
Chorus:] We had guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo We had guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo We had guns and drums and drums
i hope you died clean oh willy mcbride, was is it slow and obscene [Chorus] did they beat the drums slowly did the play the fife lowly did they sound the death march
cross of Jesus And still they... [Chorus:] March! March! It's the march of the sycophants, they March! March! March in time to the rhythm of the right, they March! March
We droppin the bass drum, then we ?? You can't kill the battle with a ?? .. feeling Joshua So march to St. Lawrence Yo march I got your back, march! [
never die. We can be the ones to lead a revolution. Its a good thing some dreams never die. Dreams don't die. Militia men march for the love of our
got to If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum And if
: [x2] I've walked with the kings and I've marched to the pounding drums Then you came You asked me to change but like a fool I refused And walked away
When suddenly The clock strikes twelve The fun's begun The dolls are in their best arrayed There's going to be a wonderful parade Hark to the drum Oh
wars to make us hurt we get so sick, oh so sick, we never wanted all this Medication for the kids with no reason to live So we march to the drums
