Standard (EADGBE)

The sun was hot and the air was heavy and the marching men came by

You stood at the door and you watched them pass you asked the reason why

The sound of steel on their jackboot heel came pounding through your head

Your reason is past, they've come at last, with the blessings of the dead.

Hey Sandy, hey Sandy why are you the one?

All the years of growing up are wasted now and gone.

Did you see them turn did you feel the burn of the bullets as they flew?

Hey Sandy, hey Sandy just what did you do?