Goddamn, this song is just too good.

I am just an aging drummer boy, and in the wars I used to play,
and I've called a tune to many a torture session.
Now they say I am a war criminal, and I'm fading away.
Father, please hear my confession.

I have legalized robbery; called it belief.
I have a-run with the money; I have a head like a thief.
Re-written history with my 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 tried to be meek; I have tried to be mild.
But I spat like a woman, and I 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 courtyard, 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 .