Propaghandi - March Of The Crabs

We stood our ground waiting for the fight to begin. My eyes squinted at the sun, wondering if they`d swing or run. I tell no lie: jackknives in socks, they`re all gonna die. Tensions rise. Pre-pubes swarm the hill like flies. Get the caskets ready, we`re going to tear right through this city. That`s if the anger don`t, that`s if the boredom don`t, the drinking don`t intercept this north-end horde. Who am I' Fighting a war that I can`t win. Swelling with things we try to hide. You never leave anyone behind. A harsh return that slaps you in the face. For one last chance, we leave this place. We`re all packing up and moving on. I`ve got a war in the head. Fear our lives won`t pass as great events. A better prospect hides up ahead. Do you feel it in the air' We`ve been crushed beyond oblivion. Farce and death walk hand in hand. Graves and memorial walls hold my family name. Pills and bottles do the same. I hope that freedom`s coming our way.
The fight neve r happened. The crowd petered out. We all dribbled home. Mission accomplished.