March of the Crabs

We stood our ground
Waiting for the fight to begin
My eyes squinted at the sun
Wondering if they'd swing or run.

I tell no lie
Jackknives in socks, they're all gonna die
Tensions rise
Pre-pubes swarm the hill like flies...

Get the caskets ready
We're going to tear right through this city
That's if the anger don't
That's if the boredom don't, the drinking don't...

Intercept this north-end horde
Who am I!?
Fighting a war that I can't win
Swelling with things we try to hide
You never leave anyone behind...

A harsh return that slaps you in the face
For one last chance, we leave this place
We're all
Packing up and moving on...

I've got a war in the head
Fear our lives won't pass as great events
A better prospect
Hides up ahead...

Do you feel it in the air?
We've been crushed beyond Oblivion
Farce and death
walk hand in hand...

Graves and memorial walls hold my family name
Pills and bottles do the same
I hope that freedom's coming our way...

The fight never happened
The crowd petered out, we all dribbled home
Mission accomplished...