We hear the marching of footstepsnThe rhythmic pulses of, TEN HUP, TEN HUP, TEN HUP!nThe bridge that looms in the distancenHas lead our way with a, TEN HUP, TEN HUP, TEN HUP!nnThe book, it told me to say, YES, SIR!nThe foot soldiers, they say a, YES, SIR!nThe leader wants for us all to, YES, SIR!nWill footsteps quicken the fall? Well, YES, SIR!nnAre you questioning me? Well, NO, SIR!nHave I not taught you to be? Well, NO, SIR!nMy image thrust onto thee? Well, NO, SIR!nI always wanted to be a soldier!nnBreak-step, soldiernYou cannot crossnBreak-step, soldiernPut your arms downnBreak-step, soldiernYou cannot crossnBreak-step, soldiernPut your arms downnnThe book it told me to say, Yes, sir!nThe foot soldiers, they say a, Yes, sir!nThe leader wants for us all to, Yes, sir!nWill footsteps quicken the fall?nnIf we allow them to crossnThey'll surely break this bridgenWith their rhythmic procession of perfect stepsnAnd if we allow them to crossnThey'll surely break this bridgenWith their rhythmic procession of empty steps!nnThe book it told me to say, Yes, sir!nThe foot soldiers, they say a, Yes, sir!nThe leader wants for us all to, Yes, sir!nWill footsteps quicken the fall?nAre you questioning me? Well, No, sir!nHave I not taught you to be? Well, No, sir!nMy image thrust onto thee? Well, No, sir!nI always wanted to be a soldier!