Iron March

(hup, two, three, four) (hup,

two, three, four)

We grew up in the shadows of their stone

No names, just numbers on a roster sheet

But tomorrow we won't walk alone

There's a rhythm rising from the street

Can you hear the sparks in the cold dark night?

We are taking back our birthright (ahhh)

No more locks on the nursery doors

No more sleeping on the stone-cold floors

We are the children

of the forgotten crowd

And our voices are ringing out loud

They wrote us off as pieces on a board

But a pawn can make the castle fall

Now we gather by the signal cord

Answering the quiet call

Can you hear the sparks in the cold dark night?

We are taking back our birthright (ahhh) No more locks on the

nursery doors

No more sleeping on the stone-cold floors

We are the children

of the forgotten crowd

And our voices are ringing out loud

(hup, two, three, four) We walk together.