We've taken too much for granted And all the time it had grown From techno seeds we first planted Evolved a mind of it's own Marching in the streets Dragging iron feet Laser beaming hearts Ripping men apart

The light for the world will save us tonight, Redemption still so far away, Marching on inside of our loneliness, Still searching for all that remains It's just one wasted man, in one wasted land, Outside the world in a fallen land, turn away from my

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

To talk to God Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs

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

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

Glory, glory hallelujah His truth is marching on Look away, look away, look away Dixieland Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton Old times they are not forgotten Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie

Hep, two, three, four Marching along Love as much as I can Try and be strong Good for the time that's not too far Good while no jealousy and war Aim my sad eyes into the sun Think of all people just as one Oh, yeah, there's a love march going on here

I want to go there when I die I could hear them singing like they are gonna fall out Raising hands and hoping, Singing, bringing in the sheets soldiers marching by Eyes open wide like a little boy I wonder I could hear them shout, I could hear them

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