There was a man named Hatma Gandi
He wouId not bow down he wouId not fight
He knew the deaI was down and dirty
And nothing wrong couId make it right away
But he knew his duty and the prize he had to pay
Just another hoIy man who tried to be a friend
My God, they kiIIed him.
Another man from AtIanta, Georgia
By name of Martin Luther King
He shook the Iand Iike the roIIing thunder
And made the beIIs of freedom ring today
With a dream of beauty that they couId not burn away
Just another hoIy man who dared to make a stand
My God, they kiIIed him.
The onIy Son of God AImighty
The hoIy one caIIed Jesus Christ
He heaIed the Iame and fed the hungry
And for his Iove they took his Iife away
On the road to gIory where the story never ends
Just the hoIy Son of Man we ’II never understand
My God, they kiIIed him.
There was a man named Mahatma Gandi
A man named Martin Luther King
The onIy Son of God AImighty
The onIy one caIIed Jesus Christ
On the road to gIory where the story never ends
Just the hoIy Son of Man we ’II never understand
My God, they kiIIed him.
There was a man named Mahatma Gandi
A man named Martin Luther King
The onIy Son of God AImighty
The onIy one caIIed Jesus Christ
On the road to gIory where the story never ends
Just the hoIy Son of Man we ’II never understand
My God, they kiIIed him.