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I'm calling all cars and ships at sea Give me hope for peace in this century Long ago a war began a never ending marching band Lock Step Marching Lock Step Marching Why not strap a gun to your thigh? Sweet bullets bombs and missles Prey the angels straight they fly So long ago a parade began A never ending procession Lock Step Marching Lock Step Marching Nature she speaks of the turn, turn, turn Her ebb, her flow, her freezing and her burn But ever since my world began There's been a constant beating drum As the wheat gets trampled The weak get trampled The peace gets trampled down From Letras Mania