One More Parade, Phil Ochs & Bob Gibson, Broadside #50

_Hup, two, three four marchin' down the street,
Rollin' of the drums & the trampin' of the feet,
The general salutes while the mothers wave & weep
Here comes the big parade, don't be afraid
The price is paid, one more parade.

Refrain:
So young, so strong, so ready for the war
So willing to die upon a foreign shore
All march together, everybody looks the same
So there is no one you can blame, don't be ashamed
Light the flame, one more parade.

Listen for the sound and listen for the noise
Listen for the thunder of the marching boys
A few years ago their guns were only toys
Here comes the big parade, don't be afraid
The price is paid, one more parade. Refrain:

Medals on their coats and guns in their hands
All trained to kill as they're trained to stand
Ten thousand ears need only one command
Here comes the big parade, don't be afraid
The price is paid, one more parade. Refrain:

Cold hard stares on faces so proud
Kisses from the girls and cheers from the crowd
And the widows from the last war cry through their shroud
Here comes the big parade, don't be afraid
Price is paid, don't be ashamed, war's a game
The world in flames - so start the parade.