I am just an aging drummer boy
And in the wars I used to play
And I’ve called a tune, to many a torture session
Now they say I am a war criminal
And I’m fading away
Father, please hear my confession
I have legalized robbery, called it belief
I have a-run with the money, I have hid like a thief
Re-written history with my armies and my crooks
Invented memories, I did burn all the books
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man’s too big
The man’s too strong
Well I’ve tried to be meek, I have tried to be mild
But I spat like a woman and I sulked like a child
I have lived behind walls that have made me alone
Striven for peace which I never have known
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man’s too big
The man’s too strong
Well, the sun rose on the courtyard, and they all did hear him say
“You always was a Judas, but I got you anyway
You may have got your silver, but I swear upon my life
Your sister gave me diamonds and I gave them to your wife”
Oh, Father please help me
For I have done wrong
The man’s too big
The man’s too strong
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