Oh we were kids and torn to bits Between the good things that we missed all our lives We never had a chance Of making men of ourselves and soldier down Inside your head you made us believe That you were never here (That we would never achieve) So doctor please, won't you see please I got something It's a disease in me, it's an old body. \"Oh kid don't you know we know All your hoping is a marching road.\"
Oh we were kids and kind to hits We made believe in afternoons you left us alone We never knew our home So won't you tell and won’t you try, our friends deny But you believe whatever you want We never really think twice. So doctor please won't you see please I got something It's a disease in me, it's an old body. \"Oh kid don’t you know we know, All your hoping is a marching road.\"