March

In the town of march
Where it is said
Only the dead reside

Newcomers come
Though a golden arch
In the town of march
To start out life a new

They soon find out
There is no doubt
They can come, but never leave

The blood runs cold
In the young and the old
It’s a site they can’t believe

One by one they join the dead
These newcomers all will die
All bye torture
The people of march apply


Yes in the town of march
The realtor will invite you in
He’ll show you land
With a building plan
Or a house to live within

But don’t you be fooled
When he says
What he has is a steal
In the town march
Were everything looks surreal

Stay away from this town
They ‘re dieing to have you stray
Through the golden arch
Of the town of march
Down by misery bay