Marti's Last Stand Lyrics
| Song | Marti's Last Stand |
| Artist | Enter the Haggis |
| Album | Soapbox Heroes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Downie, Enter The Haggis ... | |
| Marti was a fightin' man | |
| Whose story should be told | |
| He was a son of circumstance | |
| He couldn't quite control | |
| His father gave him pellet guns | |
| And plastic hand grenades | |
| Had him marching up and down | |
| Like he was on parade | |
| Marti was a fightin' boy | |
| His parents made it clear | |
| Military college was his home | |
| For seven years | |
| They'd make a soldier out of him | |
| No matter what the price | |
| He said he was a pacifist | |
| They called it cowardice | |
| CHORUS: All | |
| I ever wanted to be was | |
| Left alone to live in peace | |
| But nobody would ever listen to me | |
| They forced a gun into my hands and | |
| Told me what to do with it | |
| Nobody would ever listen to me | |
| Marti was a fightin' man | |
| On graduation day | |
| Splendid in his uniform | |
| He smartly marched away | |
| And when the call to action came | |
| In battle he did rise | |
| Dodging blood and bullets and | |
| Indoctrinated lives | |
| Marti was a fightin' man | |
| The enemy was sure | |
| Both had drawn their guns | |
| And after that it was a blur | |
| Marti was the faster draw | |
| But purposely shot wide | |
| Peace to you my friend | |
| Was all he said before he died | |
| What is this world we've left our | |
| Sons and daughters now | |
| So full of hatred pain | |
| Hipocrisy and power | |
| We would not listen | |
| When they told us how they felt | |
| And so by | |
| God I hopw we're happy now | |
| Marti was a fightin' man | |
| The eulogy was read | |
| Served his country well | |
| A brave young man is what they said | |
| What is this world we've left our | |
| Sons and daughters now | |
| So full of hatred pain | |
| Hipocrisy and power | |
| It's time we listen | |
| To the things they have to say | |
| By God I hope it's | |
| Not too late to change |
| zuo qu : Downie, Enter The Haggis ... | |
| Marti was a fightin' man | |
| Whose story should be told | |
| He was a son of circumstance | |
| He couldn' t quite control | |
| His father gave him pellet guns | |
| And plastic hand grenades | |
| Had him marching up and down | |
| Like he was on parade | |
| Marti was a fightin' boy | |
| His parents made it clear | |
| Military college was his home | |
| For seven years | |
| They' d make a soldier out of him | |
| No matter what the price | |
| He said he was a pacifist | |
| They called it cowardice | |
| CHORUS: All | |
| I ever wanted to be was | |
| Left alone to live in peace | |
| But nobody would ever listen to me | |
| They forced a gun into my hands and | |
| Told me what to do with it | |
| Nobody would ever listen to me | |
| Marti was a fightin' man | |
| On graduation day | |
| Splendid in his uniform | |
| He smartly marched away | |
| And when the call to action came | |
| In battle he did rise | |
| Dodging blood and bullets and | |
| Indoctrinated lives | |
| Marti was a fightin' man | |
| The enemy was sure | |
| Both had drawn their guns | |
| And after that it was a blur | |
| Marti was the faster draw | |
| But purposely shot wide | |
| Peace to you my friend | |
| Was all he said before he died | |
| What is this world we' ve left our | |
| Sons and daughters now | |
| So full of hatred pain | |
| Hipocrisy and power | |
| We would not listen | |
| When they told us how they felt | |
| And so by | |
| God I hopw we' re happy now | |
| Marti was a fightin' man | |
| The eulogy was read | |
| Served his country well | |
| A brave young man is what they said | |
| What is this world we' ve left our | |
| Sons and daughters now | |
| So full of hatred pain | |
| Hipocrisy and power | |
| It' s time we listen | |
| To the things they have to say | |
| By God I hope it' s | |
| Not too late to change |
| zuò qǔ : Downie, Enter The Haggis ... | |
| Marti was a fightin' man | |
| Whose story should be told | |
| He was a son of circumstance | |
| He couldn' t quite control | |
| His father gave him pellet guns | |
| And plastic hand grenades | |
| Had him marching up and down | |
| Like he was on parade | |
| Marti was a fightin' boy | |
| His parents made it clear | |
| Military college was his home | |
| For seven years | |
| They' d make a soldier out of him | |
| No matter what the price | |
| He said he was a pacifist | |
| They called it cowardice | |
| CHORUS: All | |
| I ever wanted to be was | |
| Left alone to live in peace | |
| But nobody would ever listen to me | |
| They forced a gun into my hands and | |
| Told me what to do with it | |
| Nobody would ever listen to me | |
| Marti was a fightin' man | |
| On graduation day | |
| Splendid in his uniform | |
| He smartly marched away | |
| And when the call to action came | |
| In battle he did rise | |
| Dodging blood and bullets and | |
| Indoctrinated lives | |
| Marti was a fightin' man | |
| The enemy was sure | |
| Both had drawn their guns | |
| And after that it was a blur | |
| Marti was the faster draw | |
| But purposely shot wide | |
| Peace to you my friend | |
| Was all he said before he died | |
| What is this world we' ve left our | |
| Sons and daughters now | |
| So full of hatred pain | |
| Hipocrisy and power | |
| We would not listen | |
| When they told us how they felt | |
| And so by | |
| God I hopw we' re happy now | |
| Marti was a fightin' man | |
| The eulogy was read | |
| Served his country well | |
| A brave young man is what they said | |
| What is this world we' ve left our | |
| Sons and daughters now | |
| So full of hatred pain | |
| Hipocrisy and power | |
| It' s time we listen | |
| To the things they have to say | |
| By God I hope it' s | |
| Not too late to change |
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