Lyrics:

Martin was serious, thoughtful, and sharp as a tack
He'd always land feet first and water ran right off his back
Extremely well liked, he was handsome and nobody's fool
So eyebrows went flying when he brought Daddy's shotgun to school

Don't be annoyed with me, dear,
We're long on bravado and short on the beer
I may not have made my own choice
But I'm proud to be thought of as
One of the boys

We're having a meeting and you're all invited to stay
We'll send out for pizza if anyone's leaning that way
The topic today is survival and I've got the floor
So who'll talk to newsmen and
Who'll need some help through the door

Never had time for the teams
Was too busy sorting through recurring dreams
Never thought much of the noise but
Was proud to be thought of as
One of the boys

Didn't want to be nobody's dog
Begging for scraps on a leash
Couldn't see my hand through the fog
Couldn't find no shells at the beach
Now I've been handed a light
Though everything's coming out black
Looks like my daddy was right
I've got some bills to pay back

The scene was confusion as somewhere a window blew out
'He's flipping his lid' I heard every reporter there shout
A troubled young gunman held eighty policemen at bay
And how many children inside were hurt no one could say

The marksman who ended the siege was,
Though hailed as a hero,
More sorry than pleased
I never saw more than one choice
when the bomb started ticking in
One of the boys