with no lips to play the trumpet Everybody living inside a giant deaf aid Everybody's eyes crucified to the tapestry Woven by the giant with the solid silver genie Who plays the trumpet
on the rise Look around you can;t deny This is the hour of heaven's time Armies gather in the East For the war that's soon to come Death will march with
Oh hark, the drums do beat, my love, no longer can we stay The bugle-horns are sounding clear and we must march away We're ordered down to Portsmouth
hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. CHORUS: Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching
in garments white as snow I can hear the chariots rumble I can see the marching throng The flurry of God's trumpets spells the end of sin and wrong Regal
last offered cup Or disappear into the potter's ground When the man comes around CHORUS Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching
partake of that last offered cup Or disappear into the potter's ground? When the man comes around Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers One hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching
They asked me to come down and watch the parade To march down the street like the Duracell bunny With a wink and a wave from the cavalcade Throwing out
Silent, grimly faced, we march them down Calls from above, behind these walls these cowards hide This city, this land, a promise we have to claim Stretched
in bars and danced on tables Hotel, streets and ships that sail We swim with sharks And fly with aeroplanes in the air Send in the trumpets, the marching
Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose No bigger than a bubby's thumb. Medieval dublet, elk horn ornamented woodland trumpet, Cradling your musket son. Harlequin
I am blowing for a trumpet Hallelujah You stood too close to the sunset And it finally outgrew you So now I paint you on my doorpost Like I knew you I
of His terrible swift sword His truth is marching on Glory, glory, Hallelujah Glory, glory, Hallelujah Glory, glory, Hallelujah His truth is marching on He has sounded for the trumpet
't make none Scared money don't make none Callin' haves and have nots, every cell on the block Every nigga with a trigger, empty barreled or cocked March
run And it's looking slightly bleaker every day Do you follow your heart, do you follow the drum Do you follow the flag, do you shoulder the gun Do you slow march
us, you're one of us Go, go, go Throw your shapes, doppelgangers You're one of us Trumpet mouth, junky saints, silver tongue Marching down the stairway
You weren't no leader You were more like a bleeder Who was trying to cry for us all You weren't no sage But your sense of outrage Sounded like a trumpet