Forward Ever; Backward Never
We are marching from left to right
Mr. Commander keep parading
From right to left, we are marching
Moving forward in backward motion
We are marching by your directions
Mr. Commander keep parading
Direct our troops to a shameful ground
We're marching from boom to doom
Moving forward, smiling with tears
We are marching to a destination
Mr. Commander keep parading
We are marching and waving hands
On departure from glory to gloom
Climbing down to a mournful land
We are marching with weary feet
Trooping to the land of pitiful souls
Marching and chanting sober songs
Mr. Commander! Stop parading us
To the direction of your blindedness
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