Welcome to the Black Parade

* My Chemical Romance

When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.

He said, "Son, when you grow up, would you be
the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?"
He said, "Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the nonbelievers, the plans that they have made?"

"Because one day, I'll leave you, a phantom to lead you in the summer, to join the Black Parade."

When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band.
He said, "Son, when you grow up would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned."

Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
'Cause through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
And when you're gone we want you all to know,

We'll carry on,
We'll carry on.
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on,
You'll carry on.
And in my heart I can't contain it,
The anthem won't explain it.

A woman sends you reeling
Through decimated dreams.
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back
We'll shout it loud and clear.
Defiant till the end we hear the call.

To carry on,
We'll carry on.
And though you're dead and gone believe me
You're memory will carry on,
You'll carry on.
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches

On and on we carry through the tears
Ooohh ooohhh ooohhh
Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooohhh ooohhh oohhh
Take a look at me because I could not care at all.

Do or die, you'll never make me.
Because the world will never take my heart.
You can try, you'll never break me.
You want it all, you want to play this part.

I won't explain, or say I'm sorry.
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar.
Give a cheer for all the broken.
Listen here, because it's who we are.

I'm just a man, I'm not a hero.
I'm just a boy, who's meant to sing this song.
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero.
I...Don't...Care!

We'll carry on,
We'll carry on.
And though you're dead and gone believe me
You're memory will carry on.
You'll carry on.
And though you're broken and defeated,
You're weary widow marches on

Do or die, you'll never make me.
Because the world will never take my heart.
You can try, you'll never break me.
You want it all, you want to play this part
(repeat till end)