I am just an aging drummer-boy, and in the wars I used to play
And I've called a tune to many a torture session.
Now they say I am a war criminal, and I'm a-fading away.
Father, please hear my confession.
I have legalized robbery and called it belief
I have run with the money, I have hid like a thief
I have rewritten history with my armies and my crooks
Invented memories, I did burn all the books
And I can still hear his laughter, and I can still hear his song
The man's too big, the man's too strong