At the end of the early British war
The young limbs started growin'
and the young blood started flowin'
But I ain't a marchin' anymore
I killed my share of vengeance
in a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I heard many men a -lyin',
But I ain't a marchin' anymore
It's always the old to lead us to the wars
Al ways the young to fall
Tell me is it worth it all?
For I stole California from the Mexican land
Fought in the bloody civil war
Yes, I even killed my brothers
But I ain't a merchant anymore
For I marched to the battles
In a war that was bound and I watched
Oh, I must have killed a million men
And now they want me back again
But I ain't a merchant anymore
Now look at all we've won
Tell me, is it worth it all?
For I flew the final mission
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When I saw the cities burn
I knew that I was learned
That I ain't marching anymore
Now the labor leader's screaming
When he closed the missile plans
United foot screams at the Cuban shore
Call it peace or call it treason
Call it love or call it reason
But I ain't a -marching anymore
It's always the old leaders to the wars
Now look at all we've won
Tell me, is it worth it all?