Fifty stars sway with the wind
And several stripes are falling, falling
Oh, cloth and thread . . .
This young man fights for,
Prays for, lives for,
Maybe dies for.
Listen close . . .
he's calling, calling
But indifferent ears
Hear only drums
And bugles clear,
See only blood
And flesh to tear
And marching, marching
Off to war, and more
What for, what for, what for.
But who will bite the metal tag?
White collar worker?
Construction man?
Pencil pusher?
Or Wall Street rag?
Hell no!
Listen close . . . he's calling,
calling . . . calling you!
And several stripes are falling, falling
Oh, cloth and thread . . .
This young man fights for,
Prays for, lives for,
Maybe dies for.
Listen close . . .
he's calling, calling
"Help me please"
My sisters' song
My brothers' song
"It's all so wrong,
so wrong."
My sisters' song
My brothers' song
"It's all so wrong,
so wrong."
But indifferent ears
Hear only drums
And bugles clear,
See only blood
And flesh to tear
And marching, marching
Off to war, and more
What for, what for, what for.
"Help me please"
My sisters' song
My brothers' song
"It's all so wrong,
so wrong."
My sisters' song
My brothers' song
"It's all so wrong,
so wrong."
But who will bite the metal tag?
White collar worker?
Construction man?
Pencil pusher?
Or Wall Street rag?
Hell no!
"Help me please"
My sisters' song
My brothers' song
"It's all so wrong,
so wrong."
My sisters' song
My brothers' song
"It's all so wrong,
so wrong."
Listen close . . . he's calling,
calling . . . calling you!
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