I'm just an ageing drummer boy
And in the wars I used to play
And I've called the tune
To many a tortune session
Now they say I am war criminal
And I'm fading away
So father please hear my confession
I have legalized robbery
Galled belief
I have run with the money
And hid like a thief
I have rewritten history
With my armies and my crooks
Invented memories
I did burn all the books And I can still hear his laughter
I can still hear his song
The man's too big
The man's too strong
Well I have tried to be meek
And I have tried to be mild
But I spat like a woman
And sulked like a child
I have lived behind walls
That have made me alone
Striven for pease
Which I never have knows
And I can still hear his laughter
and I can still hear his song
The man's too big
The man's to strong |
