Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Garden
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wyatt Shears
Composer
Fletcher Shears
Composer
Lyrics
I pledge allegiance to whatever I see fit
You can be a young gun with a bag of tricks
I pledge allegiance 'cause I get sick of it
You can roll with the punches or limp away
I never glance back to yesterday
River keeps flowing, no holidays
It's a ballet; it's a ballet
I pledge allegiance to the crow with one eye
The lady by the river who kneels down to cry
Just goes to show if you think you've seen it all
I pledge allegiance 'cause I get sick of it
You can roll with the punches or limp away
I never glance back to yesterday
River keeps flowing, no holidays
It's a ballet; it's a ballet
You can roll with the punches or limp away
I never glance back to yesterday
River keeps flowing, no holidays
It's a ballet; it's a ballet
Tasmanian devil tells lies, he sprays
Just another no color cliché
We lay down temporary path, gangway
Light up and set it on fire
Bombs away!
I'm still in line at the decay buffet
Doomsday parade
I can be a bastard if you play that way
I pledge allegiance to the grey ballet
Declaration apparition, see-through x-ray
Roll with the punch or limp away
You can roll with the punches or limp away
I never glance back to yesterday
River keeps flowing, no holiday
It's a ballet; it's a ballet
Written by: Fletcher Shears, Wyatt Shears