[Intro]
I'll do you, for you now, you nice people here, a protest song
A protest song is uh, is defined as something
A song you don't hear on the radio
And they'll say you don't hear it on the radio
'Cause the guy can't sing or 'cause the words are no good, or—
As they play the shit that they play these days
But uh, but it's all got to do with the process
All, all around, all around the western trail
And that includes England, and France, and, and Canada, and America
They have, they have the media syndrome
Where they control everybody's mind
By the use of fairly mindless and mind-distorting
Distortions of the facts
Which led all of us into the Vietnamese war
And led all of us into uh, the Kennedy assassinations
So what can you do?
I mean, here you are, a helpless soul, a helpless piece of flesh
Amid, amid all this cruel, cruel machinery and
And terrible, heartless men
So you, all you can do is turn away from the filth
And hopefully start to build something new someday
And it affects all of us
It affects the people here too
So here's a turning away song
[Verse 1]
Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war
The young land started growing
The young blood started flowing
But I ain't marchin' anymore

[Verse 2]
For I've killed my share of Injuns in a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I heard many men a-lyin
I saw many more a-dyin'
But I ain't marchin' anymore

[Bridge]
It's always the old to lead us to the wars
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the sabers and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all

[Verse 3]
For I stole California from the Mexican land
Fought in the bloody Civil War
Yes, I even killed my brothers
And so many others
But I ain't marchin' anymore
[Verse 4]
For I marched to the battles of the German trench
In a war that was bound to end all wars
Oh, I must have killed a million men
And now they want me back again
But I ain't marchin' anymore

[Bridge]
It's always the old to lead us to the wars
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all

[Verse 5]
For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When I saw the cities burning
I knew that I was learning
That I ain't marchin' anymore

[Verse 6]
Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants
United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore
Call it peace or call it treason
Call it love or call it reason
But I ain't marchin' anymore
No, I ain't marchin' anymore