Death March - Mayday!

Aha, what we have here is a failure to communicate

Come on!

Yeah, hey, hey

Tie an army to your boot straps, coffee in your blood

Wallet full of food stamps, pocket full of drugs

Blue prints to move this, city from the mud

You get a discount at the morgue, if you’re digging yourself up

Yeah, you go HAM, I’ll go back bacon

Taking steps towards death and the method is quite back breaking

Show up for dinner like a lab patient

Better yet a masked Jason you’re pointing at me like «Is that Satan?»

Not in the slightest lieutenant treat my organ like my rifle

I’m a spiteful Lou Bennett, I’m menace to all ministers

Evident star winners as vivid as all genesis, gimme a call, religion, engaged

I sip a soda can full of rage

And welcome Death’s doorbell ringing on me any day

Modern warfare best believe that many play

I’d rather die amongst the tribe than be alive as any slave

(Death march)

Walking towards our demise

I see the cliff, they see my eyes

This ain’t the time for goodbyes on a

(Death march)

Walking towards our demise

I see the cliff, they see my eyes

Nose dive!

Counting sheep, not for sleep

Counting them cause so many surrounding me

They walk the streets, they’re watching me

Lately I look over my shoulder constantly

Walking in haze foggy days for days

So foggy that I can hardly see the nuclear waste

So resorting to drastic measures propelling from roofs

Cement boots and tar feathers

La la lately feel sedated to

Slipping me poison, when I drink your wine and eat your food

Is it enough for you to change my mood?

How does it taste?

I think, I think I need a second scoop

How come this whiskey make us shifty?

Black magic, addicts, lining up early just to get tipsy

My family told me be careful, they know this life’s to risky

I told them to pay em no mind, while we marched in the line