He put his shoulder to the wheel,
and turned his back against the world,
spoke his mind,too many times,
opened his mouth a little too wide;
they're going to put you in the gas-chamber,sonny;
strap you into the electric chair,
tie you on to the rack,
with paving stones upon your back
with your friends on the top,to crush you quicker
Sometimes i wonder
if this is worth all the effort,
sometimes i wonder
if this is all quite fair where
people wait for you to speak their minds,their thoughts,
then take away all of their cares;
that's so convenient with no commitment,
you'll get your hero here on easy terms,
but that's the way things areyou can't change that
so i'll be here,until your last flame of interest flickers,
until your last flame of interestflickers
One little soldier stands alone
one little soldier for the firing squad;
he turned a traitor overnight,
one little soldier says a last goodnight,
he put his shoulder to he wheel,
but i would say he got an unfair deal
spoke his mind,too many times
and he is shot down
(you shouldn't be so naive)
(you shouldn't be so naive)
shot down
(you shouldn't be so naive)
(you shouldn't be so naive)
shot down
[ad infinitum]