Secrets On Parade - Tim Christensen

Oh two by two They go marching through Oh sweethearts on parade And how i cried As they passed me by Those sweethearts on parade I'd love to join them but Well they wont even look Cause it takes more than one to join the army of love So how i pine Just to fall in line With those sweethearts on parade

All of those wild American bilinguals Who'll talk to you in Paris of their lonely lives School days and last days out there in the Midwest They climb on the liners to rejoin their wives Walking down boulevards electric eyes Would gaze at the waveforms and gasp at their size Let them be lonely and say you don't care Astroboy... [(I'm watching the proles on parade)] Astroboy... [(I'm watching the proles on parade)] Ulla with blond hair Would stand by your side And the friends who were hungry Could swallow your pride Chromium headsets, their video screens Would show pictures of helplessness Old kings and queens Radio stations that fade as in dust All their transmitters are crumbling with rust Let them be broken and say you don't care Astroboy... [(I'm watching the proles on parade)] Astroboy... [(I'm watching the proles on parade)] Astroboy... [(I'm watching the proles on parade)] Let them be broken and say you don't care Astroboy... [(I'm watching the proles on parade)]

Everyday you squander Looking out for number one It's a ride on the roundabout Everything is broken Everything is hard to find Nothing's left for the last in line You can go back To your heart attack and your starry eyes Spin me around I'm ready to drown in your lullabies And a twenty-first-century high Everything's a shining Vision of a smiling face Let's break into a brighter day - yeah Everyone is climbing Up and down a diamond mine Nothing's left for the last in line You can go back To your heart attack and your starry eyes Spin me around I'm ready to drown in your lullabies And a twenty-first-century high You can go back... You can go back...