Take all their islands and they'll play their violins They heard the songs from nearby continents Everyone cried, when they saw with their eyes The land shift underneath their feet
I was living in the past ‘cause I’ll be dead in the future The kids from ED, they smelled bad, I had to teach one how to Unzip his backpack, sitting on my dad’s lap As he taught me to play piano, but I could only play by ear
Spent his money on whores when he came back from the war He just needed something pure, and he'd tell me these stories And one night they stole the boats, went for a smoke on the water
And we march, across, the countryside We march, across, the countryside
Not by sickness, God, not by sickness Wanted to find you in a hotel room, elevator shafts But I’m tired of this honeymoon, bored in the bed with you My dad called me "fag" even though he had slept with men
I swear that VHS is ingrained in my memory Just like everything, just the historian Only comfort I can take, Rome was not forgotten in a day
As we march, across, the countryside As we march, across, the countryside
Scorched-earth policy They burned everything as they left Freezing my legs off in some tent into their hands God save them all
I don’t know if it’s just the [chords?] but I can’t really breathe right
Scorched-earth policy They burned everything as they left Freezing my legs off in some tent into their hands God save them all
The hair on your head is making me dizzy Our Lady of good council flies away The Sun changes size and circles in the sky Basel, Switzerland Summer of 1566 (Or was it 1666?)
As we march, across, the countryside As we march, across, the countryside
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