He left his home with it's clear blue skies
And a wife and mother he kissed goodbye
And to his son he is bigger than life
Like he's every superhero combined
Maybe I just don't see why the liberty tree
Has to feed on the dead (feed on the dead)
As the cowards and seeds sow power and greed
Hope is all full of lead (all full of lead)
Come and say a prayer for the marching man
With the world on his shoulders and a gun in his hand
All the mud is blood red from his brothers in the sand
All this God damned war
And I'll never understand
Why
And back at home he's a wage that's paid
Just a number if he stumbles and fades
A nameless pawn in a mad chess game
Every battle is another round played
Maybe I just don't need a world that concedes
That the good will die young (the good will die young)
In my dreams I have seen a world that believes we can stand up as one
Come and say a prayer for the marching man
With the world on his shoulders and a gun in his hand
All the mud is blood red from his brothers in the sand
All this God damned war
And I'll never understand
Why
The years have gone and the time has come
For the son to heed his father's call
His wife and mother are now left alone
As they pray that not another one falls
Come and say a prayer for the marching man
With the world on his shoulders and a gun in his hand
All the mud is blood red from his brothers in the sand
All this God damned war
And I'll never understand
Why
Oh why