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?