Don Campau/ Tom Furgas MARCHING ON

When Do You Have To Go ? (4:39)

Bundle of nerves as I watch the clock moving around

The fun I am having must surely come to a stop sometime

Will you be around?

When do you have to go? And why do you have to leave?

When are you going? And why did you say you must leave?

Why do I fret it because I just can’t focus on now

I guess I don’t get it and lost the nerve somehow

When do you have to go? And why do you have to leave?

When are you going? And why did you say you must leave?

Cause I need you

My Only Knowing (5:14)

How will I know if you love me?

Will I see it in the sky? Will the rippling of the lake’s water

Whisper it in a language I cannot speak?

How will I know if your heart is mine?

Will there be a fluttering of eyelids when your moist mouth

Meets mine at sunrise?

I must decipher and translate the sounds to a form that I know

But the shape is shadow and fog lies low to conceal

And meaning confused by details of my awareness

So I only know how to face away from the wind, my only knowing

There’s Too Many Lies (5:33)

There’s too many lies, far too many lies

There’s too many lies, way too many lies

Why do I sit around and listen to music

Instead of being an environmental activist?

Why do I sit on my ass and complain

About the government when I refuse to do anything about it?

I’ve got no one to blame but myself for this big old mess

For this load of crap

It’s about time I did something about it, don’t you think?

Well, why do I lay around and let others do the work

While the world goes to hell and the troubles are a churning

I seem to be proud about the fact that I know so much about it

When, instead of flapping my lips

I just should get out and kick some ass about it

All my alibis are bullshit, all my bullshit piling up

And I’m running out of room to put the spillover material

There’s too many lies, far too many lies

There’s too many lies, way too many lies

From our President, unelected government

From the corporate world to the media holocaust

Mr. Ambition (5:15)

Who’s down on their luck, who’s got nothing to lose?

If you want to earn a buck, you can find someone to do

Are you going to do take the chance, are you the fish that bites at the hook?

Will you cause a heart attack by doing the things you do?

Move over pal you’ve got some competition

Check this one out I’m the man with the game

And don’t fool with my mission

Here’s the flint, do you want to see the flame?

You’ll have to admit I’ve really earned my name

They call me Mr. Ambition

You know, I now some guys on the other side of town

They can get me stolen credit cards for seventy five dollars

I know some other gentlemen on the southwest side of town

Who work with some lawyers in some bogus car accident action

Move over pal you’ve got some competition

Check this one out I’m the man with the game

And don’t fool with my mission

Here’s the flint, do you want to see the flame?

You’ll have to admit I’ve really earned my name

They call me Mr. Ambition

You want some dirty deeds done

Dirt cheap is what you’re offering

If you think I’m going to off someone for that kind of bread

You’ve got another thing coming

Oh, I know some bikers that’ll do it

Firestarters, Shoplifters, Bad Motherfuckers

Hey thanks, somebody’s got to do the job

Slip Away (5:16)

There’s no real way to account for it

There’s no making up for the fact that I goofed up

Big time and this time

I recall what I must do to satisfy mind

There’s plenty of hope to get it done right now

The chance’s enough that I’d bet on it and

Tighten my grip, I won’t let it

Slip away to my former behavior

What was I all about?

How will I know if you love me?

Will I see it in the sky? Will the rippling of the lake’s water

Whisper it in a language I cannot speak?

How will I know if your heart is mine?

Will there be a fluttering of eyelids when your moist mouth

Meets mine at sunrise?

There’s no honest way to explain what I did

No second guessing and no turning back

To a time more naive and remotely conceived

Now the pages are ripped from that book

And they’re blown by the wind

(repeat first verses)

Marching On ( 5:17)

How could I turn my back on all that I could have had?

Why did I do it and where did I get the balls to get it done?

I wasn’t in love with it, I wasn’t in love

I wanted to get rid of it cause it’s only a distraction

I wasn’t in love

Who can I turn to, to trust with my feelings of doubt?

Who will it be and when will it happen

And where will it take place?

Marching On

How can I turn my back on my brothers

The needy and hungry and homeless to boot

Why is my eye so blinded then

And who’ll be the one to suffer?

I wasn’t in love with it, I wasn’t in love

I wanted to dismiss it cause it’s only a big hassle

I wasn’t in love

Marching On

Where are my dreams of my childhood?

I remember that I’d save the world

Why did I forget them and when will I not care

and who’ll be there to remind me to not care

I wasn’t in love with it, I wasn’t in love

I wanted to forget it cause it’s only my reflection

I wasn’t in love

How can I walk away from the knowledge

That I could have done something to help ease the pain

Why don’t I take the first step of action

Am I just paralyzed by the very thought of it?

Marching On

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