CHORUS 1:
Started as a revolution
A quest for higher ground
One by one the marchers fell
And the world keeps spinning 'round
CHORUS 2:
Started as a revolution
But that was long ago
Now it's just another turn
On the wheel of status quo
Honest men of purpose
Tried to show the way
Charismatic fools in drag
Led the crowd astray
The passion of the movement
Exploded into war
Somewhere in the smoke and fire
The vision was obscured (CH 1, CH 2)
Children died for progress
Crushed beneath the wheels
No one heard their awful cries
For the sound of grinding steel
The sacrifices of the faithful
The struggles they endured
Remembered by the new regime
In speeches to the poor (CH 1, CH 2)
BRIDGE:
Steps without direction
Lead us to the grave
In the end we find we've lost
The lives we tried to save
The victims of utopia
Someday will be found
The twisted bones of principle
Trampled to the ground
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 3:
Started as a revolution
A fight to make men free
As the shackles fell away
They fell on you and me
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1993 Mark Kelly Hall |