I'm just an aging drummer boy and in the wars I used to play And I've called the tune to many a torching 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 run with the money, I have hid like a thief Rewritten history with my armies of 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 have tried to be meek and 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 was 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