Black Parade Lyrics - 2006

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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 non-believers,
The plans that they have made?

"Because one day, I 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.
When, 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.
Though you're dead and gone, believe me,
Your memory will carry on, will carry on,

We'll carry on, we'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it,
The anthem won't explain it.

And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back,
Let's shout it loud and clear
Do you fight it to the end?
We hear the call to, to carry on;

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

And on we carry, through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers,
Ooh oh ohhhh,
Take a look at me, cause I could not care at all;

Do or die, you'll never make me.
Cause the world will never take my heart.
You can try; you'll never break me.
want it all, I'm gonna play this part;
I won't explain or say I'm sorry
I'm not ashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
You're the chair, for all the broken
Listen here, because it's only...
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero!
Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song;
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,
Your memory will carry on, will carry on.
And though you're broken and defeated,
Your weary widow marches on,

Do or die, you'll never make me.
Cause the world will never take my heart.
You can try; you'll never break me.
want it all, I'm gonna play this part;

we'll carry on.

Do or die, you'll never make me.
Cause the world will never take my heart.
You can try; you'll never break me.
want it all, I'm gonna play this part;

we'll carry on.