Song | Marti's Last Stand |
Artist | Enter the Haggis |
Album | Soapbox Heroes |
作曲 : Downie, Enter The Haggis ... | |
Marti was a fightin' man | |
Whose story should be told | |
He was a son of circumstance | |
He couldn't quite control | |
His father gave him pellet guns | |
And plastic hand grenades | |
Had him marching up and down | |
Like he was on parade | |
Marti was a fightin' boy | |
His parents made it clear | |
Military college was his home | |
For seven years | |
They'd make a soldier out of him | |
No matter what the price | |
He said he was a pacifist | |
They called it cowardice | |
CHORUS: All | |
I ever wanted to be was | |
Left alone to live in peace | |
But nobody would ever listen to me | |
They forced a gun into my hands and | |
Told me what to do with it | |
Nobody would ever listen to me | |
Marti was a fightin' man | |
On graduation day | |
Splendid in his uniform | |
He smartly marched away | |
And when the call to action came | |
In battle he did rise | |
Dodging blood and bullets and | |
Indoctrinated lives | |
Marti was a fightin' man | |
The enemy was sure | |
Both had drawn their guns | |
And after that it was a blur | |
Marti was the faster draw | |
But purposely shot wide | |
Peace to you my friend | |
Was all he said before he died | |
What is this world we've left our | |
Sons and daughters now | |
So full of hatred pain | |
Hipocrisy and power | |
We would not listen | |
When they told us how they felt | |
And so by | |
God I hopw we're happy now | |
Marti was a fightin' man | |
The eulogy was read | |
Served his country well | |
A brave young man is what they said | |
What is this world we've left our | |
Sons and daughters now | |
So full of hatred pain | |
Hipocrisy and power | |
It's time we listen | |
To the things they have to say | |
By God I hope it's | |
Not too late to change |
zuò qǔ : Downie, Enter The Haggis ... | |
Marti was a fightin' man | |
Whose story should be told | |
He was a son of circumstance | |
He couldn' t quite control | |
His father gave him pellet guns | |
And plastic hand grenades | |
Had him marching up and down | |
Like he was on parade | |
Marti was a fightin' boy | |
His parents made it clear | |
Military college was his home | |
For seven years | |
They' d make a soldier out of him | |
No matter what the price | |
He said he was a pacifist | |
They called it cowardice | |
CHORUS: All | |
I ever wanted to be was | |
Left alone to live in peace | |
But nobody would ever listen to me | |
They forced a gun into my hands and | |
Told me what to do with it | |
Nobody would ever listen to me | |
Marti was a fightin' man | |
On graduation day | |
Splendid in his uniform | |
He smartly marched away | |
And when the call to action came | |
In battle he did rise | |
Dodging blood and bullets and | |
Indoctrinated lives | |
Marti was a fightin' man | |
The enemy was sure | |
Both had drawn their guns | |
And after that it was a blur | |
Marti was the faster draw | |
But purposely shot wide | |
Peace to you my friend | |
Was all he said before he died | |
What is this world we' ve left our | |
Sons and daughters now | |
So full of hatred pain | |
Hipocrisy and power | |
We would not listen | |
When they told us how they felt | |
And so by | |
God I hopw we' re happy now | |
Marti was a fightin' man | |
The eulogy was read | |
Served his country well | |
A brave young man is what they said | |
What is this world we' ve left our | |
Sons and daughters now | |
So full of hatred pain | |
Hipocrisy and power | |
It' s time we listen | |
To the things they have to say | |
By God I hope it' s | |
Not too late to change |