I'm calling all cars and ships at seanGive me hope for peace in this centurynLong ago a war beganna never endingnmarching band nnLock Step MarchingnLock Step MarchingnnWhy not strap a gun to your thigh?nSweet bullets bombs and misslesnPrey the angels straight they fly nSo long ago a parade begann A never ending processionnnLock Step MarchingnLock Step Marching nnNature she speaks of the turn, turn, turnnHer ebb, her flow, her freezing and her burnnBut ever since my world begannThere's been a constant beating drum nAs the wheat gets tramplednThe weak get tramplednThe peace gets trampled down