Lyrics: [Intro] (Aggressive, rapid military-style snare drum roll) (Sharp, echoing guitar harmonics slice through) [Verse 1] There’s a fever in the alley, a chill in the bone A mother is weeping by the telephone The barricades are rising before the morning light Who drew the borders in the middle of the night? They’re handing out the matches, they’re pouring the gas Waiting for the spark in the broken glass [Chorus] But we are marching on cobblestones! Hearing the rattle of the old dry bones! You can build your walls, you can lock the gate But we’re marching right through the hands of fate! Marching on! [Verse 2] The television flickers with a black-and-white lie A helicopter circling the pale grey sky They say it’s for our safety, they say it’s for our good While the sirens wail in the neighborhood I’ve got a rock in my pocket and a hole in my shoe Tell me, brother, what are we gonna do? [Chorus] Cause we are marching on cobblestones! Hearing the rattle of the old dry bones! You can build your walls, you can lock the gate But we’re marching right through the hands of fate! Marching on! [Bridge] (Bass and drums only, driving and tense) Step by step. Breath by breath. Choosing life in the shadow of death. Step by step. Breath by breath. (Guitars explode back in) [Guitar Solo] (Frantic, high-energy, delay-soaked guitar solo) [Chorus] We are marching on cobblestones! Hearing the rattle of the old dry bones! You can build your walls, you can lock the gate But we’re marching right through the hands of fate! [Outro] Marching on. Leave the barricades behind. (Fading snare roll) [End]
