Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans At the end of the early British war The young land started growing The young blood started flowing But I ain't marching anymore For I k**ed my share of Indians In a thousand different fights I was there at the Little Big Horn I heard many men a-lying I saw many more a-dying But I ain't marching anymore It's always the old to lead us to the wars Always the young to fall Now, look at all we've won With the saber and the gun Tell me is it worth it all For I stole California from the Mexican land Fought in the bloody Civil War Yes, I even k**ed my brothers And so many others But I ain't marching anymore For I marched to the battles of the German trench In a war that was bound to end all wars
Oh, I must have k**ed a million men And now they want me back again But I ain't marching anymore It's always the old to lead us to the wars Aalways the young to fall Now, look at all we've won With the saber and the gun Tell me is it worth it all For I flew the final mission in the Japanese skys Set off the mighty mushroom roar When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning That I ain't marching anymore Now the labor leader's screaming When they close the missile plants United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore Call it, "Peace", or call it, "Treason" Call it, "Love", or call it, "Reason" But I ain't marching anymore Call it, "Peace", or call it, "Treason" Call it, "Love", or call it, "Reason" But I ain't marching anymore