Fiddle or a Gun

"Times are hard," the old man said
"Backs against the wall
A young man isn't worth a damn
Who will not heed the call
"The boys are going underground
Buckle down and hide
Pin these colours to your heart
Lay your toys aside"
And it's time to choose
Do I have to choose?
And it's time to choose
Do I have to choose?
It's a people's war that must be won
I put down the fiddle
They gave me a gun
I put down the fiddle
They gave me a gun
I put down the fiddle
They gave me
They gave me a gun
Some got scared, some got bought
Some got blown away
Some got wise and some got taught
To fight another day
But the price that we had really paid
I didn't see it then
March until your feet are sore
You never dance again
You never dance again
And it's time to choose
Do I have to choose?
Time to choose
Do I have to choose?
We spent our best years on the run
I put down the fiddle
They gave me a gun
I put down the fiddle
They gave me a gun
I put down the fiddle
They gave me
They gave me a gun
And it's time to choose
Do I have to choose?
Time to choose
Do I have to choose?
Old men's wars are never done
I picked up the fiddle
Put down the gun
I picked up the fiddle
Put down the gun
I picked up the fiddle
Put down the gun
I picked up the fiddle
Put down the gun ...
(repeating)
I picked up the fiddle ...