There's a willing crowd In a distant land Clinging to the words of their leader
There's a censored press Printing propaganda Disguised as the truth for the reader
For food or religion For land or for pride For traditions or just for the glory
The page is turned For another chapter Of the same old story
Again we see how they are marching on To the beat of the same old drum Don't they know this mad story has No happy ending
So far, so good Here we are The clean slate is showing a red stain
So far, so good Here we are And hope that we're not missing the last train
But as life makes no deal We can't turn back the wheel And the last train leaves right on time
All of them have their own reasons All of them have their own fears All of them pray to some God To make it turn out right
All of them leave their own families And think it's worth the price Because everyone thinks it's him Who's fighting the good fight
So here they are in the same old church There's a priest who's blessing arms one more time They say their prayers to a wooden cross But who will listen
So far, so good Here we are The clean slate is showing a red stain
So far, so good Here we are And hope that we're not missing the last train
But as life makes no deal We can't turn back the wheel And the last train leaves right on time
Again we see how they are marching on To the beat of the same old drum Don't they know this mad story has No happy ending
So far, so good Here we are The clean slate is showing a red stain
So far, so good Here we are And hope that we're not missing the last train
But as life makes no deal We can't turn back the wheel And the last train leaves right on time