There's a willing crowd

In a distant land

Clinging to the words of their leader



There's a censored press

Printing propaganda

Disguised as the truth for the reader



For food or religion

For land or for pride

For traditions or just for the glory



The page is turned

For another chapter

Of the same old story



Again we see how they are marching on

To the beat of the same old drum

Don't they know this mad story has

No happy ending



So far, so good

Here we are

The clean slate is showing a red stain



So far, so good

Here we are

And hope that we're not missing the last train



But as life makes no deal

We can't turn back the wheel

And the last train leaves right on time



All of them have their own reasons

All of them have their own fears

All of them pray to some God

To make it turn out right



All of them leave their own families

And think it's worth the price

Because everyone thinks it's him

Who's fighting the good fight



So here they are in the same old church

There's a priest who's blessing arms one more time

They say their prayers to a wooden cross

But who will listen



So far, so good

Here we are

The clean slate is showing a red stain



So far, so good

Here we are

And hope that we're not missing the last train



But as life makes no deal

We can't turn back the wheel

And the last train leaves right on time



Again we see how they are marching on

To the beat of the same old drum

Don't they know this mad story has

No happy ending



So far, so good

Here we are

The clean slate is showing a red stain



So far, so good

Here we are

And hope that we're not missing the last train



But as life makes no deal

We can't turn back the wheel

And the last train leaves right on time