March Of The Crabs

March Of The Crabs

Propagandhi
(album: Today´s Empires, Tomorrow´s Ashes)

We stood our ground waiting for the fight to begin. My eyes squinted at the sun, wondering if they´d swing or run. I tell no lie: jackknives in socks, they´re all gonna die. Tensions rise. Pre-pubes swarm the hill like flies. Get the caskets ready, we´re going to tear right through this city. That´s if the anger don´t, that´s if the boredom don´t, the drinking don´t intercept this north-end horde. Who am I? Fighting a war that I can´t win. Swelling with things we try to hide. You never leave anyone behind. A harsh return that slaps you in the face. For one last chance, we leave this place. We´re all packing up and moving on. I´ve got a war in the head. Fear our lives won´t pass as great events. A better prospect hides up ahead. Do you feel it in the air? We´ve been crushed beyond oblivion. Farce and death walk hand in hand. Graves and memorial walls hold my family name. Pills and bottles do the same. I hope that freedom´s coming our way. The fight never happened. The crowd petered out. We all dribbled home. Mission accomplished.