Heard he grew up in queens
Took a bullet to the brain
Dug a step into fame
But that don't mean a thing
Said he'd rather be king, with absoulete reign
Till he finds himself a victim of the game
He was stabbed in the back, as a matter of fact
Then his life became serious

Marching like a soldier
Marching like a soldier boy
Show you things, that make a man a king
Marching like a soldier
Marching like a soldier boy
Why don't you shine, like you're the man again?

People say that you're blind
Then they say that you're fine
But they won't help you find, find the road again
If they won't help you fight, so they torture your mind
They leave you delirious
Hee-Hee-Hee
Oh my

Marching like a soldier
Marching like a soldier boy
Show you things, that make a man a king
Marching like a soldier
Marching like a soldier boy
Why don't you shine, like you're the man again?
Ja-Ah, da
Ja-Ah, da
Ja-Ah, da
Ja-Ah, da
Ja-Ah, da
Ja-Ah, da
Ja-Ah, da
Soldier!
Arghh
Soldier!
Arghh
Arghh
Hee-Hee-Hee
Soldier!
Arghh
Baby!
Baby!
Hee-Hee-Hee

Marching like a soldier
Marching like a soldier boy
Show you things, that make a man a king
Marching like a soldier
Marching like a soldier boy
Why don't you shine, like you're the man again?
Marching like a soldier
Marching like a soldier boy
Show you things, that make a man a king
Marching like a soldier
Marching like a soldier boy
Why don't you shine, like you're the man again?