I'm just an ageing drummer boy
And in the wars I just to play
And I've called the tune
To many a torute session
Now they say I am a war criminal
And I'm fading away
Father please hear my confession
I have legalised robbery
Called it belief
I have run with the money
And hid like a thief
I have re-written history
With 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
Well I have tried to be meek
And I have tried to be mild
But I spat like a woman
And sulked like a child
I have lived behind walls
That have made me alone
Striven for peace
Which I never have known
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man's too big
The man's too strong
Well the sun rose on the court yard
And they all did hear him say
'You always were a Judas
But I got you anyway
You may have got your silver
But I swear upon my life
Your sister gave me diamonds
And I gave them to your wife'
Oh Father please help me
For I have done wrong
The man's too big
The man's too strong
Copyright Mark Knopfler, 1985.
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