Lyrics
To the things they have to say, on graduation day, indoctrinated lives
But purposely shot wide, nobody would ever listen to me Marti's, we would not listen
Indoctrinated lives, sons and daughters now Enter, they forced a gun into my hands and
Like he was on parade, but purposely shot wide Enter, so full of hatred pain
Marti was a fightin man, but nobody would ever listen to me
No matter what the price, marti was a fightin man
told me what to do with it
Marti was a fightin boy, told me what to do with it
They forced a gun into my hands and, so full of hatred pain
and so by god i hope we re happy now
was all he said before he died
They forced a gun into my hands and, he said he was a pacifist, told me what to do with it
He smartly marched away, both had drawn their guns
he smartly marched away
on graduation day
They called it cowardice, all i ever wanted to be was
Marti was a fightin man, he couldn t quite control
To the things they have to say, military college was his home
he said he was a pacifist
They d make a soldier out of him, in battle he did rise The, not too late to change
Hipocrisy and power, and after that it was a blur
Marti was a fightin man, he was a son of circumstance, all i ever wanted to be was
marti was a fightin man
They d make a soldier out of him, peace to you my friend, to the things they have to say
his parents made it clear
we would not listen