Lyrics

It’s on the merit of image alone
Next year will be insatiable
Running for cover
We’re running from what?
Not one thing these days surprises me

Marching in their lines
Watching these headlines
And catching the fever for next year
Marching in their lines
Watching these headlines
And catching the fever for next year

Got caught red handed
With a blank expression
“We don’t need any motives or causes we’re men”
We think we have these great intentions
But intentions are just nature
I’d rather forfeit, I’m not

Marching in their lines
Watching these headlines
And catching the fever for next year
Marching in their lines
Watching these headlines
And catching the fever for next year

For next year
Catching the fever for next year
Catching the fever for next year

Marching in their lines
Watching these headlines
And catching the fever for next year
Marching in their lines
Watching these headlines
And catching the fever for next year
Marching in their lines
Watching these headlines
And catching the fever for next year
Marching in their lines
Watching these headlines
And catching the fever for next year