Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance

'Welcome to the Black Parade'


When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
'Son, when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?'

He said:
'Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?
Because one day I leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade.'

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
'Son, when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?'

Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
When you're gone we want you all to know:

We'll Carry on,
We'll Carry on!

Though your dead and gone,
Believe me,
Your memory will carry on,
Carry on
We'll carry on.

And in my heart I can't contain it,
The anthem won't explain it.

And we will send you reeling
From decimated dreams;
Your misery and hate will kill us all.

So paint it black and take it back!
Let's shout it loud and clear!

Do you fight it to the end

We hear the call to
To carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone,
Believe me,
Your memory will carry on!
We'll carry on!

And though you're broken and defeated,
Your weary widow marches on
And on

We carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh ohhhh

Take a look at me 'cause
I could not care at all.

Do or die,
You'll never make me,
Cause the world
Will never take my heart.

You can try,
You'll never break me,
Want it all,
I'm gonna play this part.

Won't explain or say I'm sorry,
I'm not ashamed,
I'm gonna show my scar.

You're the chair
For all the broken,
Listen here, because it's only..

I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero,
Just a boy,
Who's meant to sing this song.
Just a man,
I'm not a hero
I -- don't -- care

Carry on
We'll carry on,
Though your dead and gone
Believe me,
Your memory will carry on!

We'll carry on

And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on.
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry
We'll carry on'

(Welcome to the Black Parade by Gerard Way)



'I'm Not Okay (I Promise)' from 'Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge'



'Famous Last Words'

'I am not afraid to keep on living,
I am not afraid to walk this world alone!'



'Teenagers'

They're gonna clean up your looks,
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you;
Because they sleep with a gun,
And keep an eye on you, son,
So they can watch all the things you do.

Because the drugs never work,
They gonna give you a smirk
'cause they got methods
In keeping you clean.
They gonna rip up your heads,
your aspirations to shreads,
Another cog in the murder machine.

They said:
All teenagers scare the living shit out of me.
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed,
So darken your clothes,
Or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they'll leave you alone,

But not me!

The boys and girls in the clique,
The awful names that they stick.
You're never gonna fit in much, kid.
But if you're troubled and hurt,
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did.

They said:
All teenagers scare the living shit out of me.
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed.
So darken your clothes
Or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they'll leave you alone,

But not me!

Oh yeah!

(Reprise)