March of the Crabs - Propagandhi

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 gonna 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

Well, 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