The troops go marching one by one hurrah, hurrah
The troops hold tight to endless guns hurrah, hurrah
The troops keep marching what a shame
The little one takes a shot in the brain
And the troops keep falling
down
all around
leaving bloody stains
The bombs keep falling two by two hurrah, hurrah
The tomahawks fly it's nothing new hurrah, hurrah
Explosions coming day or night
The middle one's dead without a fight
And the troops keep marching
down
all around
due to metal rain
The boys are drafted three by three hurrah, hurrah
Our children are drafted because they're free hurrah, hurrah
Owned soldiers are coming home in black
New wars will never bring them back
And the troops keep falling
down
all around
reigning primeval pain.
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