The March

The kingdom of God is a party

Of marksmen and mercenaries

And only the man with no lute in his heart

Will be shattered like glass under hooves

Typhoid

Scurvy

Let's get drunk and be polite

No!

Let's get drunk and start a fight!

Yes!

Repent!

Repent with us tonight

'cause God hates a liar

The kingdom of God is a party

Of marksmen and mercenaries

And only the man whose heartstrings are weak

Will be splattered like mud

Typhoid!

Scurvy!

And the lepers...