Lyrics:
Marche Slave

[Instrumental] [Music: Arranged by J. Drenning, J. Lords] [Originally written and recorded by: Enya] ["It is not the critic who counts, nor the one

still dies Thrown off the building like the Fall Guy Caved in the grave 'cause you didn't know how to behave Playin' cowboy, now you sleep with the slaves

Time flies by like clouds passing in the sky Lifetime's here, then gone with the blink of an eye March through the desert one step at a time March through

to breathe light in Christ titan, cough thunder and sneeze lightning Control the thoughts, procure, feed the gators Sole mediator of code in the Holy War In front of the mobs and a storm coming in March

we're not scared We ain?t never scared to pave a new path Make a new street, build a new bridge Say, can you see by the dawns early light? Free slaves

appeal, ready for the sweet sperm'n Bank accounts all full, love interest be earnin Ben franklins determine, if you get that higher learnin The million man march

only a name Make something of yourself before you're made a slave 'Cause life will not wait, no, life will not wait The sun's gonna rise either way March

front of my eyes the men shout I've got no fear We hear the bombs cry loud Nightmare is here Legions of blindmen marching No fate no future For fucking

We've taken too much for granted And all the time it had grown From techno seeds we first planted Evolved a mind of its own Marching in the streets Dragging