Melancholy Parade

I saw lines of soldiers
Returning home
Wearing wooden overcoats
Melancholy Parade
Can you see the difference that they’ve made?

No more gods and no more masters
Take the deaths and put them past us
Scattered voices strike a chord
Put your guns down and sheath your swords
Put your guns down and sheath your swords

I began to look
Closely at my skin
And realised the stars and stripes
Were seeping in
I saw a bunch of colours
And they did my eyes some harm
Only then did I comprehend
That I was in charge

I saw towers fall
And people die
I saw the hunt for terror
And the terrified
Melancholy state
People moving constantly afraid

No more gods and no more masters
Take the deaths and put them past us
Scattered voices strike a chord
Put your guns down and sheath your swords
Put your guns down and sheath your swords

I began to look
Closely at my skin
And realised the stars and stripes
Were seeping in
I saw a bunch of colours
And they did my eyes some harm
Only then did I comprehend
That I was in charge
I was in charge
I was in charge

I began to look
Closely at my skin
And realised the stars and stripes
Were seeping in
I saw a bunch of colours
And they did my eyes some harm
Only then did I comprehend
That I was in charge