Welcome to 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?"
He said "Will you defeat them,
your demons and all the non believers?
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.
When through it all,
the rise and fall,
the bodys in the streets.
And when you go,
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, will carry on.
Until my heart I can't contain it,
the anthem won't explain it.
A woman sends you reeling
from decimated dreams.
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back,
and let's shout out loud and clear.
Defiant to the end, we hear the call.
To 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,
the weary widow marches on.
On and on we carry through the fears, (Oh, oh, oh)
disappointed faces of your peers. (Oh, oh, oh)
Take a look at me,
'cause I cannot carry on.
Do or die,
you'll never make me.
Because the world,
will never take my heart.
Though you try,
you'll never break me.
You want it all,
you wanna play this part.
I won't explain,
or say I'm sorry.
I'm unashamed,
I'm gonna show my spark.
Give a cheer,
for all the broken.
Listen here,
what you're telling me.
I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero.
Just a boy,
let me 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,
your memory will
carry on, you'll carry on.
And though you're broken and defeated,
the weary widow marches on ...
Do or die,
you'll never make me.
Because the world,
will never take my heart.
Though you try,
you'll never break me.
I want it all,
I wanna play this part. (We'll carry on!)
Do or die,
you'll never make me. (We'll carry on,
Because the world, (we'll carry on,)
will never take my heart.
Though you try, (we'll carry...)
you'll never break me.
I want it all,
I wanna play this part.