Chorus] Marching, marching, off to war we go, Leading, leading, our bloody seeds to sow, Onward, onward, life is bloody fine, Marching, marching, We haven't got much time, Atomic rain
the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts Cause it's a hard row to hoe if your ass don't move, and the rain