the black parade

this one goes out to Lewis and Obama, with no remorse to Lewis and great respect to Obama.

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 beaten and the damned.”
He said “will you defeat them, your demons and all the non-believers, the plans they have made.
Because one day I’ll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade.”

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 saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?”

Sometimes I get the feeling she’s watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
And when you’re gone we want you all to know…

We’ll Carry on,
We’ll Carry on
And though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We’ll carry on
And in my heart I can’t contain it
The anthem wont explain it.

A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams.
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back
Let’s shout it loud and clear
defiant to the end
we hear the call

to carry on
we’ll carry on
And though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
we’ll carry on
and though you’re broken and defeated
you’re weary widow marches…

on on we carry through the fears
ooh oh ohhhh
disappointed faces of you peers
ooh oh ohhhh
take a look at me ’cause i could not care at all
do or die
you’ll never make me
because the world, will never take my heart
go and try, you’ll never break me
we want it all, we want to play this part
I won’t explain or say i’m sorry
im unashamed, i’m gonna show my scar

Give a cheer, for all the broken
listen here, because it’s who we are..
i’m just a man, i’m not a hero
just a boy, who had to sing this song
just a man, i’m not a hero
I   DON’T   CARE

we’ll carry on
we’ll carry on
And though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on

we’ll carry on
and though you’re broken and defeated
your weary widow marches on
we’ll carry on, we’ll carry on, we’ll carry on, we’ll carry, we’ll carry on…