Testo di Marching Backwords

The big city's laid out When the cactus covers The devils first kiss You are my sunshine Drowning in the sand Fishing for the friendly,white laces Choking the amoebas that push I'm marching backwards in the marching band Silently tired and puzzling Nothing is happening Facing and puzzling Give blood for making me... Die young 80's upper class Cake cutting fractions The world is still round Hot mouth reactions the burning still air Supporting my apathy , filling my arms away Inserting someone fucking Tansforming on different levels Roaming around crying devils