The soldier boy for his soldiers payObeys the sergeant at arms whatever he saysThe sergeant will for his sergeant's
payObey the captain 'till his dying dayThe captain will for his captain's payObey the general order of battle playThe gen
erals bow to the governmentObey the charge you must not relentWhat of the neighbors and the prophets in bars?What are they
saying in the public bazaar?We are tired of the tuneYou must not relentAt every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes
Another boy from another sideThe bulletins that steady come in say thoseFamiliar words at the top of the hourThe jamming c
ity increases its humAnd those terrible words continue to comeThrough brass music of government hear thoseGuns tattoo a rol
l on the drumsNo-one mentions the neighboring warNo one knows what they're fighting forWe are tired of the tuneYou must no
t relent