2/15/2026
https://mbouchard.com/FAWM/The_Parade.mp3
Gather at windows
Watch the parade
Starting with sirens
Ending with flag
Here come all the pat’riot feet
Cross enameled plain
Defending each halcyon sky
Of our brave domain.
Sing the chorus
Count the stars
Count the ones who
Count as ours
As they march along
March along
March along
Those are dancers all in black
Their batons tightly gripped
with no slack
Rifle choreography
Is what you’re supposed to see
So block the street
Wave the flag in
Paramilitary drag
Gather at windows
Watch the parade
Starting with sirens
Ending with flags
Here come all the pat’riot feet
Cross the enameled plain
Defending each halcyon sky
Of our brave domain.
Sing the chorus
Count the stars
Count the ones who
Count as ours
As they march along
March along
March along
They have magicians
Of great skill
Masters of deception
It’s a thrill!
They will make you laugh to tears
While your neighbor disappears
So block the street
Wave the flag
So they do not lollygag
Pull the masks down to
show their face
It’s the same – they come from
One bland base
They don’t care where they tread
Lawns and people left for dead
So block the street
Wave the flag
As they pass the dog will wag
Proud proud living loud
Share your feelings
With the crowd
All that sounds
Are the applause
Cheering on your
Master’s cause
Little men
Little lives
Little children
Little wives
Little failures
Building lies
But the tear gas
Clears our eyes
Now how did you get
your bright white grin
Times are hard but you don’t
look too thin.
All of that clapping
Hurt your hand?
I see you wrapped it in
Your armband
So block the street
Wave the flag
While you can enjoy the lag
Gather at windows
Watch the parade
Starting with sirens
Ending with flags
Here come all the pat’riot feet
Cross the enameled plain
Defending each halcyon sky
Of our brave domain.
Sing the chorus
Count the stars
Count the ones who
Count as ours
As they march along
March along
March along
Those are dancers all in black
Their batons tightly gripped
with no slack
Rifle choreography
Is what that’s supposed to be
So block the street
Wave the flags for
Paramilitary drag
Sing the chorus
Count the stars
Count the ones who
Count as ours
As they march along
March along
March along
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6 / 3 a
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Pull the masks down to see their face
It’s the same – they all come from
One bland base
(but they’ll make you laugh to tears)
Painted bloody red
Pull the pin for tears of laughter
Ignore all the dead.
How did you get
Painted with your dark grin
Times may be hard
But you don’t look too thin.
Give your hands hurt
From the game to that you play
You dropped your ice cream
On the ground
Will you pick it up
And lick it up
When you think
No one’s around?