When I was
A young boy,
My father
Took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
"Son when
You grow up,
Would you be
The saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
He said
"Will you
Defeat them,
Your demons,
And all the non believers,
The plans that they have made?
Because one day
I&9ll leave you,
A phantom
To lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade."

When I was,
A young boy
My father, took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son when you grow up,
will you be the saviour of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?"

Sometimes I get the feeling, she&9s watching over me
And other times I feel like I should go
And through it all, the rise and fall
The bodies in the streets
And when you&9re gone we want you all to know

We&9ll carry on, We&9ll carry on
And though you&9re all dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We&9ll carry on
And in my heart I can&9t contain it
The anthem won&9t explain it

A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams
You&9re misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call

To carry on

We&9ll carry on,
And though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We&9ll carry on
And though your broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
And on we carry through the fears
Oh oh oh