Rebel Funeral March Lyrics - User

Rebel Funeral March by USER from Hegemonic 

www.user.us 2002 

This war machine cannot be seen by your or me 

Deep inside your mother's womb a fire burns. 

Got to get me in to War. 

There were delays 

And indecision 

And into the mountains 

They ran in droves 

Got to get 

Deep inside your fathers wound a creature sirs 

Can you feel his glassy eye of doom as he feeds you lies? 

I'm going down town, downtown, have a real good time 

Going to the Brickyard, and the Cobalt, we'll have a real good time 

Got to get me into war 

There were delays 

And indecision 

And into the mountain 

They ran in droves 

Got to get 

You're not the one 

You're not the one 

You're not the one 

You're not the one 

You're not my Maryann 

You're not my Wonderland 

I'm just no superstar 

You're not my Wonderland 

She arrived in a silver car 

He was armed to the teeth yet he knew he was beat 

As he lookup down into her eyes 

With a hole in his ass as he laid in the grass 

And she laughed as she watched him cry, die, lie..