It's been said that a little man can move mountains If his faith is as big as a mustard seed But I know that in this life it's hard To believe in the
Late one night in the pale moon light Hey now now now carry 'em out Ran a crew of hoods with a lust for life Hey now now now carry 'em out They grabbed
Like tree without its branches, like a fire without a light, You're a battle weary soldier who is running from the fight, Like a ship without an anchor
I run but never get away Chinatown jail break Sitting in this cell these bars wide open Stricken by the light I fear the unspoken The Son is my hope
I see you coming, don't do it I know you and I see through it You brought your gifts together Your faith was cast down 'cause his was better You got
doing your own thing [Chorus] Carry on your fake parade on your road of masquerade Ride the waves of vanity off the shores of sanity Curse your man upon the sea
Look busy boy here come the derby coats He knows the plan to fool our land so we're all in the same boat [Chorus] Welcome to the Jungle of the Midwest Sea
The kids are right the kids are wrong Pound your chest and sing this song To my right my left the ollie kids call Come weak come strong come one come
It's the same old story, I was young I was naive And I was dumb, my pops said stand But then I ran Into the trap of Satan's plan [Chorus] And the dog
Pay me a dollar for my sweat and my blood With callus hands I work the land in the pain and the mud I take pride in what I do to serve is my own joy
He stood right strong in the face of danger He stood right strong in the face of pain Deep inside was the will of the father As this saint was bruised
They say I'll kick you in the face We say can I take your place They say Crush them when they're week We say Turn the other cheek Hey hey this is my
Welcome to the killing fields (You'll try) Where thorns infest the ground that pain yields Where the bones of triumph show (You'll fail) The beast they
Bound to sail these ugly seas and hear the seagull's call Doomed to hear the rat-tat-tat of the quarter master's call The salt wind blows the slave boss