looking back
don’t you see it wasn’t me i wasn’t you it wasn’t true we lived together through foul weather the waves were lapping and we were napping it wasn’t much there was no touch a lost… looking back
when the marching’s over
when the marching’s over what will you do what will you do what will you do marching is my special way to get out there and have my say burn the flag make lots of… when the marching’s over