Текст песни Trust No One - March

March

Creatures Invertebrate
Painted with the Right color
Doomed to always wait
Under a threatening banner
Listen to the outside-silence
The scores of people masked in nylons
Are around
And the only sound
Is the hum of traffic and the shaking ground

We are spread on the leaders’ road
To praise those who weal bestowed
Coughing for a while
Lips are stuck together displaying an idiot smile
Bring desolation. Sing
Destroying the negation
Definitely deserves the pain
He whose ass gets a bottle of champagne

Hear the leaders’ scream
One two three
And kiss the ground with a knee
Four five six
Being abused as a concubine
Seven eight nine
Such a cherish is just so fine
(Such a greatness of a man
Seven eight nine
And when it’s ten
The count starts again)