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