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[Instrumental] [Music: Arranged by J. Drenning, J. Lords] [Originally written and recorded by: Enya] ["It is not the critic who counts, nor the one
In a Byzantine harem Where, seeking paradise, I'd disguised myself as a dog, A slave told me: Me, I'd like heavy pearls Enamelled black pearls To be
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
Victory won in a world of Hennessey and guns Too young for the marches but I remember these drums To start reality of wars and battles we fought for ours
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
coalition, bring the demolition Wu-blade decision, slate the competition Wit' no intermission, spittin' hazardous darts Up front like Rosa Parks makin' million men 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
don't get their diplomas They get used for gun boat diplomacy disproportionately Black or brown we see bullet catchers for the slave master Then the
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
A verdict heard by the jury's word, they're lying I watch as the victims of the slave ships battle with the demons inside But no wrong ever righted or
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
She called me up today Meet me down at the old cafe I jumped into the shower I was getting my marching orders We need to talk Step into my office, baby
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
, the last in line Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line So here's the plan The Ides of March are
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