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, will you be the saviour 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, will you be the saviour 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 And through it all, the rise and fall The bodies in the street And when you're gone we want you all to know
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 Until my heart I can't contain it The anthem won't explain it
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams You're misery and hate will kill us all So paint it black and take it back Lets shout it loud and clear Defiant to the end we hear the call To carry on We'll carry on, And though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though your broken and defeated Your weary widow marches on And on we carry through the fears Oh oh oh