to the Battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British War
Young men started growin',
young blood started flowin'
But I ain't a marchin' anymore
I killed my share of Indians
in a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
But I ain't a marchin' anymore
It's always the old to you,
Now look at all we've won
Tell me, it worth it at all?
I stole California from the
I fought in the bloodiest of the war
Yes, I even killed my brothers
But I ain't a margin anymore
March to the battle of the German trench
No war and we're bound to end our wars
But I must have killed a million men
An d now they want me back again
But I ain't a -marching anymore
Now look at all we've won
Tell me is it worth it all?
Well I set off that mighty mushroom roar
and I knew that I was losing
But I ain't a martian anymore
And the labor leaders screamin'
when they close against the flag
And I'm still crying at the people ashore
Call it peace or call it treason
Call it love or call it reason
I ain't a martian anymore
No, I ain't a martian anymore
I ain't a martian anymore
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