Martin and Malcolm and Bobby and Jack.
You still hear their echoes inside of books.
Heroes are killed, and they never come back.
Stepped to the front and took lead of the pack.
Out of the valley and onto the brooks.
Martin and Malcolm and Bobby and Jack.
Believed in defense, but not first attack,
avoiding the jabs, the crosses and hooks.
Bullets kill heroes, and they never come back.
Tried to save Rome from the sieve and the sack,
warning the people of liars and crooks.
Martin and Malcolm and Bobby and Jack.
Were placed center stage and then on the rack;
received with suspicions and sideways looks.
Villains kill heroes, and they never come back.
Their efforts and names are fading to black,
for whatever they said has been mistook.
Martin and Malcolm and Bobby and Jack.
People kill heroes, then they want them back.
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