He wasn't like the other boys
He played with ICBMs instead of tinker toys
But no one made too much of a fuss
No, no one made too much of a fuss
After all, he was one of us
After all, he was one of us
He played with ICBMs instead of tinker toys
But no one made too much of a fuss
No, no one made too much of a fuss
After all, he was one of us
After all, he was one of us
When he peddled an unwinnable war
Amongst the Joint Chiefs and the Marine Corps,
No one made too much of a fuss
No, no one made too much of a fuss
After all, he was one of us
After all, he was one of us
Amongst the Joint Chiefs and the Marine Corps,
No one made too much of a fuss
No, no one made too much of a fuss
After all, he was one of us
After all, he was one of us
When some were heard to say
That he took the head shot that killed JFK,
No one made too much of a fuss
No, no one made too much of a fuss
After all, he was one of us
After all, he was one of us
That he took the head shot that killed JFK,
No one made too much of a fuss
No, no one made too much of a fuss
After all, he was one of us
After all, he was one of us
The JFK assassination is one of my earliest memories. I posted this version of my allegorical poem several years back (accompanied by my acoustic guitar). I was shocked when it went viral: over 1,500,000 hits. "The Pieta" painting was done by my old friend, Mark Balma and is used with his permission.
A recent version:
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