Five old men
Five old men form a marching band/
They march round the street all hand in hand/
Spreading how nothing is wrong/
they walk around, singing their song/
They are frowned upon/
by those who don't understand/
yet they still keep on singing/
hand in hand/
CHORUS
Scream for your thoughts/
You know they can't talk/
they need your lips/
to express, impress, DISGUST!/
Five old men in their marching band/
They march around town all hand in hand/
Spreading how they have been convicted/
of crimes that they have never commited/
it's not a crime/
you like what you like/
and while they all like/
the others decide it's their time to fight/
CHORUS
Scream for your thoughts/
You know they can't talk/
they need your lips/
to express, impress, DISGUST!/
The five old men end their marching band/
The civil era is not yet ready in their land/
They hide away at home with their curtains drawn/
just waiting for a revolution to be born/
Banners, signs, and picket lines/
form outside, a sign of the times/
The five old men who once had that marching band/
can no longer walk all hand in hand...
CHORUS
Scream for your thoughts/
You know they can't talk/
they need your lips/
to express, impress, DISGUST!/
EDIT: Possibly the worlds first OAP *** rights songs. I'm quite pleased with myself with all these recent songs. I have never posted a song that I have ever spent a great deal of time on... they have all been thought up on the spot. And now I'm bragging.
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