• Love is war, but nothing is fair.
    The missiles, hatred, fly through air.
    And no one on the sidelines seem to care.
    Is this blasphemy?

    Two ways in, one way out.
    The world is simply filled with doubt.
    Failure makes us like a trout,
    Caught on the fisherman's line.

    The role of men weighs on our shoulders.
    Women, mothers, forced to move boulders.
    The rest cower, letting the flames smolder,
    Until the flame is snuffed out.

    Drummer boy, drummer boy,
    Beat the tune of the marching girl,
    Going bravely like a soldier toy,
    Ready to take on the world...

    Don't play coy, don't play coy,
    Lend out your helping hand.
    So that our work isn't destroyed,
    Raise up the marching band.

    We'd all go to waste,
    If it weren't for that taste,
    Of something that worked like paste,
    And stuck our hearts back together.

    Forgiveness, lies and life,
    Continuing the endless fight,
    You know that it goes on and on,
    Reaching on forever and ever.

    Drummer boy, drummer boy,
    Beat the tune of the Marching Girl,
    Going Bravely like a soldier toy,
    Ready to take on the world.

    Don't play coy, don't play coy,
    Lend out a helping hand.
    So that our work isn't destroyed,
    Raise up the marching band.