Welcome To The Black Parade
(Gerard Way)
When i was
A young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said "son when
You grow up
Would you be
The savior of the broken,
The beaten, and the damned?"
He said "will you
Defeat them,
Your demons
And all the non-believers,
The plans that they have made?
Because one day
I'll leave you
A phantom
To lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade."
When i was
A young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said "son when
You grow up
Would you be
The savior of the broken,
The beaten, and the damned?"
Sometimes i get the feeling
She's watching over me.
And other times i feel like i should go.
When through it all,
The rise and fall,
The bodies' in the streets,
And when you're gone we want you all to know.
We'll carry on,
We'll carry on,
And though you say you don't believe me
Your memory will carry on,
We'll carry on,
Until my heart i can't contain it,
The anthem wont explain it.
A world that sends you reeling
From decimated dreams.
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back,
Let's shout it loud and clear.
Defiant to the end we hear the call
To carry on,
We'll carry on,
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will
Carry on.
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated,
Your weary widow marches...
...on and on we carry through the fears.
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers.
Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me,
'cause i could not care at all---
Do or die,
You'll never make me.
Because the world,
Will never take my heart.
You can try,
You'll never break me.
You want it all, you wanna play this part.
Won't explain, or say i'm sorry.
I'm not ashamed, i'm gonna show my scar.
You're the chair, for all the broken.
Lose it here, because it's only.
I'm just a man, i'm not a hero.
Just a boy, i wanna sing this song.
Just a man, i'm not a hero.
I! - don't! - care!.
We'll carry on,
We'll carry on,
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will
Carry on.
We'll carry on,
And though you're broken and defeated,
Your weary widow marches on!---
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world, will never take my heart.
And though you try, you'll never break me.
You want it all, you wanna play this part.
Do or die you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart.
You can try, you'll never break me.
You want it all you wanna play this part.
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