March of the Crabs

We stood our ground, waiting for the fight to begin
My eyes squinted at the sun, wondering if they'd swing or run
I tell no lie, jackknives in socks, they're all gonna die
Tensions rise, pre-pubes swarm the hill like flies

Get the caskets ready, we're gonna tear right through this city
That's if the anger don't, that's if the boredom don't
The drinking don't intercept this north-end horde
Well, who am I?

Fighting a war that I can't win
Swelling with things we try to hide
You never leave anyone behind

A harsh return that slaps you in the face
For one last chance, we leave this place
We're all packing up and moving on

I've got a war in the head
Fear our lives won't pass as great events
A better prospect hides up ahead

Do you feel it in the air?
We've been crushed beyond oblivion
Farce and death walk hand in hand

Graves and memorial walls hold my family name
Pills and bottles do the same
I hope that freedom's coming our way

The fight never happened
The crowd petered out, we all dribbled home
Mission accomplished