March Of The Crabs
Propagandhi Lyrics

We stood our ground waiting for the fight to begin.
We were prepared for a battle to take place and held our position.

My eyes squinted at the sun, wondering if they'd swing or run.
I was trying to read the opposing side's reaction to see if they would fight or retreat.

I tell no lie: jackknives in socks, they're all gonna die.
I'm not exaggerating when I say that we had concealed weapons and were ready to use them to defeat the enemy.

Tensions rise. Pre-pubes swarm the hill like flies.
The atmosphere became more intense and young, inexperienced recruits gathered in large numbers to join the fight.

Get the caskets ready, we're going to tear right through this city.
We were confident in our victory and were making preparations for the aftermath of the battle.

That's if the anger don't, that's if the boredom don't, the drinking don't intercept this north-end horde.
The success of our mission relies on the avoidance of distractions like anger, boredom, or excessive drinking among our group.

Who am I? Fighting a war that I can't win.
I questioned my role in a losing battle.

Swelling with things we try to hide.
We were overwhelmed with emotions and secrets we kept from others.

You never leave anyone behind.
We had a mentality of never abandoning a fellow member of our group.

A harsh return that slaps you in the face.
The reality of defeat was a painful and sudden awakening.

For one last chance, we leave this place.
We knew this was our final opportunity and we had to retreat to survive and possibly regroup elsewhere.

We're all packing up and moving on.
We were preparing to leave our current location and start anew.

I've got a war in the head.
The internal battle and struggles we faced were just as real and impactful as physical warfare.

Fear our lives won't pass as great events.
We were worried that our lives would amount to nothing significant.

A better prospect hides up ahead.
We had hope that a better future lied ahead if we continued to fight and persevere.

Do you feel it in the air? We've been crushed beyond oblivion.
The feeling of failure and defeat was palpable and overwhelming.

Farce and death walk hand in hand.
The absurdity and finality of death in wartime was a harsh truth.

Graves and memorial walls hold my family name. Pills and bottles do the same.
Our family's history of military service and emotional struggles were intertwined and deeply embedded in our personal lives.

I hope that freedom's coming our way.
Despite the difficulties, we held onto the hope that our struggle would lead to greater freedoms and a better future.

The fight never happened. The crowd petered out. We all dribbled home. Mission accomplished.
The anticipated battle never occurred and our group disbanded and went home, satisfying our goal of survival and regrouping elsewhere.