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