The Parade

(Music: T. R. O. S. / Ricky Van Helden, Lyrics: T. R. O. S.)

The fate of the land has changed
The king leads wars to come to fame
Most young men die for the king
Not knowing that it’s just a game

The eyes of the crowd can’t see
They give their children all for free
There are some who don’t agree
The one thing is the victory

Their voices grow dumb
As they see the parade
Their minds grow dumb
Their doubts will soon be faded

Now all through this century
The air is filled with factory steam
The export is growing fast
The world’s producing war machines

We’re waiting for our last fight
Some got the money – they got the rights
Arranging a new parade
But not against the other side

Our voices grow dumb
As we see the parade
Our minds grow dumb
Our doubts will soon be faded…