歌词
The soldier boy for his soldier's pay obeys
The sergeant at arms whatever he says
The sergeant will for his sergeant's pay obey
The captains until his dying day
The captain will for his captain's pay obey
The general order of battle play
The generals bow to the government obey the charge
You must not relent
What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars
What are they saying in our public bazaars
We are tired of the tune you must not relent
At every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes
Another boy from another side
The bulletins that steady come in say those
Familiar words at the top of the hour
The jamming city increases it's hum and those
Terrible words continue to come
Through brass music of government hear those
Guns tattoo a roll on the drums
No one mentions the neighbouring war
No one knows what their fighting is for
We are tired of the tune you must not relent
The generals bow to the government
We're tired of the tune you must not relent