Danny Elfman - Serious Ground lyrics

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Danny Elfman - Serious Ground lyrics

It‘s just a magic trick— with the flick of a card And you‘re everyone‘s daddy— and you‘re a media star And the grand old gentry— you know they‘re so composed While they take the power— from right under your nose And you thought that you’d never see the day When the whole damn thing could be taken away When the crowd starts waving that serious flag And the boots start marching there ain’t no turning back Turning back And when the whole thing started You thought it‘s only a joke You had a couple of laughs, everytime he spoke ‘Cause there’s no reason to worry, no it can’t happen here ‘Cause it’s a third world story, and we got nothing to fear And the crowd cries out with a glorious sound And the bonfire burns on the fertile ground And fireworks light up in the moonbeam sky And the children watching with their labrador big eyes You were right about the things you saw Reflected in the faces of those wild-eyed kids The crowd surged like a dead thing waking Crawling from the sludge of a cold black lake Rising with their clenched teeth, jaws vibrating And the teeth clack-clack’s such a curious sound (X4) You can hear the voices, you can hear the sound When they start marching on the serious ground You can hear the voices, you can hear the sound When they start marching on the serious ground Boots start marching on the serious ground (X4) Start marching on the serious ground (X4) It’s just a magic trick, on a two-dollar stage And when you blink your eyes You find the world has changed And the crazy old fu*k, that was waving his arms Is now running the circus, with an army of clowns Well you know when the boots start hitting the ground And the crowd starts making that terrible sound The flag starts waving with the fists in the air And civilization dies, right there Dies right there The crowd cries out— the leader waves his hand Some tears are shed— but he seems to understand That in order to— set his people free (He) must erase the past— because nothing lasts