David Stephenson
Текст песни Lockstep Marching

I'm calling all cars and ships at sea
Give me hope for peace in this century
Long ago a war began
A never ending
Marching band

Lock Step Marching
Lock Step Marching

Why not strap a gun to your thigh?
Sweet bullets bombs and missles
Prey the angels straight they fly
So long ago a parade began
A never ending procession

Lock Step Marching
Lock Step Marching

Nature she speaks of the turn, turn, turn
Her ebb, her flow, her freezing and her burn
But ever since my world began
There's been a constant beating drum
As the wheat gets trampled
The weak get trampled
The peace gets trampled down