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,
 Would you be the savior 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'll leave you,
 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,
 Would you be the savior 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.
 And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
 And when you're gone we want you all to know.

We'll carry on,
 We'll carry on
 And though you're dead and gone believe me
 Your memory will carry on
 We'll carry on
 And in my heart I can't contain it
 The anthem won't explain it.

world that sends 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
 Defiant to the end we hear the call

To carry on
 We'll carry on
 And though you're 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
 Because the world will never take my heart
 Go and try, you'll never break me
 We want it all, we want to play this part

I won't explain or say I'm sorry
 I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
 Give a cheer for all the broken
 Listen here, because it's who we are
 I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
 Just a boy, who had to sing this song
 I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
 I! Don't! Care!

We'll carry on
 We'll carry on
 And though you're 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