The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide

I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out Oh-oh-oh-oh When the sharpest words wanna cut me down I am brave, I am bruised I am who I'm meant to be, this is me And I'm marching on to the beat I drum I'm not scared to be seen I make no apologies, this is

Go marching in (marching in) Yes, I want to be in that number When the Saints go marching in Sisters and brothers This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go Marching In" Here

I gotta be, gotta be, gotta gotta be me! March to the beat C'mon you need to see that I gotta be me You let 'em move those feet and they'll set you free I march to the beat gonna do my thang C'mon and feel this beat cause I gotta be me (ba da da dum dum

So if anybody thinks I'm a hero When they watch me walk right into the flames I'm just marching to the sound of her heartbeat Yeah, I'm a solider but if I'm a solider She's an army, an army, an army On the front line she's a statue, a safe place to run

We are lionhearts And we walk together into the light And my love will be your armor tonight And we stand together facing a war And our love is gonna conquer it all Like right and wrong Your hand in mine Marching to the beat of the stars Your light is

The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide

Of the waters of March, It's the joy in your heart And the riverbank talks It's the end of a strain A stick, a stone, It's the end of the road, The foot, the ground, The flesh and the bone, The beat of the road,

When Johnny comes Marching home again He's coming by bus or underground A woman's eye will shed a tear To see his face so beaten in fear An' it was just around the corner in the English civil war It was still at the stage of clubs and fists When that

Say it loud and clear For the whole wide world to hear I got the right To make up my mind So turn up the drum Yeah, we must have different shoes on We're marching to a different beat So baby put your boots on Keep marching to a different beat