built to keep them out while keeping us in goose step parades We don't questions what we've become We march to the beat of the same indifferent drum
le bombe sembrano dei fuochi artificiali Ci sono corpi accolti a casa con le fanfare e con tutti gli onori e altri lasciati a marcire al sole senza
said you know what?s right And you can join us on the other side Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared? They?ve got you marching to a drum
December You and I have reason to remember Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing The songs that you and I don't sing They blow their horns and march along They drum their drums
Twas down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I. When Ireland's line of marching men In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum
someone takes a spill, It's me and not you. Who told you you're allowed To rain on my parade! I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum, And if I'm fanned
this is what she feels also. Nick leaves, and Fanny prepares to face the future without him: I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum, Guess we didn
drums in the night. Going blind. Hypnotized. Lost in the congo. Holding the bongo. Kilimanjaro. Dig up the conjo. Listen to drums for the name. Little hearts beat like saints come marching
old Manhattan From the roof of a friend's I watched an empire ending Heard it loud and long the river's Om Time marching on to a madman's drum Don't
And then you'll get dolled up And you'll dress in white All to take your place In his chorus line And then in you'll come With those marching drums In
It isn't here', and god appears to deal A different hand to different tiers But this play is not over yet Hear the music of those marionettes Beating drums
in bars and danced on the tables hotels trains and ships that sail we sim with sharks and fly with aeroplanes in the air send in the trumpets the marching
Round up your Christmas choir Christmas band, Christmas band You're waiting for me with your Christmas band Cymbal and drum, rattle and hum March out
[Chorus:] The beat goes on, the beat goes on Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain La de da de de, la de da de da Charleston was once the rage
[Chorus:] The beat goes on, the beat goes on Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain La de da de de, la de da de da Charleston was once the rage, uh
wrong theory for the wrong man The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes The wrong questions with the wrong replies Wrong Wrong I was marching to the wrong drum
