We got the crowds
And we drew them in
To see the man who
Left his post
Under fire
When death approached
He did not fight and die
And he should thank his God
That we let him hang
And die
Even if it's not glorious.

What's that?
You say he's still too young
And shouldn't be in uniform?
Each of us must now face death
And he is old enough to die.

These thirteen years have taught him
Everything he needs to know.

Take away the stool!