EVER ONWARDS MORE

A THOUSAND BOY SOLDIERS- SIGNED UP FOR THE RIDE
THERE’S NOWHERE TO TURN-NO THERE’S NOWHERE TO HIDE
FROM THE BUTCHER-THE BAKER-THE CANDLESTICK MAKER
WHO COLLECT ALL THE BODIES FOR THE GOOD UNDERTAKER

THEIR MARCHING-- EVER ONWARDS MORE
THEIR MARCHING THROUGH THE ONE-WAY DOOR
MARCHING EVER ONWARDS MORE
MARCHING THROUGH THE ONE-WAY DOOR

NOW HEAR ME YOU MOTHERS-YOU BROTHERS AND SISTERS
YOU’RE SCARRED TO THE BONE--
AND YOU’RE COVERED WITH BLISTERS
STRIATED REFLECTIONS IN THE MIRRORS ON THE WALL
BLEED THROUGH THE CRACKS--
AND THEY CUSHION THE FALL

OF THOSE THOUSAND BOY SOLDIERS--
ALL HERE FOR THE RIDE
THEY HAVE NOWHERE TO TURN—
THEY HAVE NOWHERE TO HIDE

YES-THOSE THOUSAND BOY SOLDIERS-GOD BLESS THEM ALL
AS THEY BLEED THROUGH THE CRACKS-
AND THEY CUSHION THEIR FALL
OF THOSE THOUSAND BOY SOLDIERS--GOD BLESS THEM ALL

YES-YOU MARCH TO THE RIGHT--
AND YOU MARCH TO THE LEFT
YOU’RE SOUL IS CORRUPTED- YOU’RE TRULY BEREFT
OF A LIFE NOT WORTH LIVING-
YOUR DREAMS HAVE BEEN MAIMED
YOU’RE TARGET WAS WRONG-
BUT YOU’RE WEAPON WELL AIMED

YES-YOU BLEED THOUGH THE CRACKS-
AND YOU CUSHION YOUR FALL
WON’T YOU HEAR ME ONE AND ALL

YOU’RE MARCHING EVER ONWARDS MORE
OH--YOUR’RE MARCHING THROUGH THE ONE-WAY DOOR
YES--MARCHING EVER ONWARDS MORE
YOU ARE MARCHING THROUGH THE ONE-WAY DOOR