Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song THE FINAL PARADE, artist - The Mighty Mighty Bosstones.
Date of issue: 06.05.2021
Song language: English
THE FINAL PARADE |
He let the merry go round |
Way more than you ever should |
He was there when they tore it all down |
When nobody thought that they would |
He let the musical chairs |
Fade away and disappear |
They ran oh for so many years |
We were much happier there |
And he still hears |
The noise from the broke gate |
So he’s not going to take his place |
In the final parade |
She felt ach lady a gent |
For all the time that thy spent |
She watched as each one of them went |
That’s when they tore down the tent |
She wasn’t sorry or sad |
But there was one question she had |
What could she salvage or save? |
Oh, she still hears |
The noise from the broke gate |
So she’s not gonna take her place |
In the final parade |
And he still hears all the |
Noise from the broke gate |
So you’re not gonna see his face |
In the final parade |
He let it slow to a stop |
Then let it grind to a halt |
He felt that the bottom would drop |
To be fair to him, that’s not his fault |
Let’s let the merry go round |
Let’s hear the musical chairs |
Let’s get it back up off the ground |
Even if no one still cares |
And he still hears |
The noise from the broke gate |
So he’s not gonna take his place |
In the final parade |
And he still hears all the |
Noise from the broke gate |
So he’s not gonna take his place |
No, he’s not gonna take his place |
And you’re not gonna see his face |
In the final parade |
We can’t afford to be ignored |
Next stop is freedom street |
Hit the town, burn it to the ground |
To the rocksteady beat |
The church was hoping that the midnight mass |
Was packed from the front to the back |
West Coast USA, we know where it’s at |
We play around |
With our punk rock reggae sound |
'Cause sometimes dancing is all you’ve got |
We were cranking |
We were skanking |
We were cranking, we were skanking |
All over the world |
He was |
The night that we would talk |
The Lord center square |
He just snapped |
And then the cuffs were slapped |
That’s how it’s done down there |
We can’t confirm and can’t deny |
What happened after that |
But before you check your watch |
Check out the thermostat |
We play around |
With our punk rock reggae sound |
'Cause sometimes dancing is all you’ve got |
We were cranking |
We were skanking |
We were cranking, we were skanking |
All over the world |
We were cranking |
We were skanking |
We were cranking, we were skanking |
All over the world |
Revolutionary war |
Out on the street and on the dance floor |
The middle east is close to near |
We can’t afford to be ignored |
Next stop is freedom street |
Hit the town and burn it to the ground |
To the rocksteady beat |
The church was hoping that the midnight mass |
Was packed from the front to the back |
And the East Coast USA was waving that Union Jack |
We play around |
With our punk rock reggae sound |
'Cause sometimes dancing is all you’ve got |
We were cranking |
We were skanking |
We were cranking, we were skanking |
All over the world |
We were cranking |
We were skanking |
We were cranking, we were skanking |
All over the world |
We play around |
With our punk rock reggae sound |
'Cause sometimes dancing is all you’ve got |
We were cranking |
We were skanking |
We were cranking, we were skanking |
All over the world |
We were cranking |
We were skanking |
We were cranking, we were skanking |
All over the world |