There was a man named Hatma Gandi   He would not bow down he would not fight   He knew the deal was down and dirty   And nothing wrong could make it right away   But he knew his duty and the prize he had to pay   Just another holy man who tried to be a friend   My God, they killed him.      Another man from Atlanta, Georgia   By name of Martin Luther King   He shook the land like the rolling thunder   And made the bells of freedom ring today   With a dream of beauty that they could not burn away   Just another holy man who dared to make a stand   My God, they killed him.      The only Son of God Almighty   The holy one called Jesus Christ   He healed the lame and fed the hungry   And for his love they took his life away   On the road to glory where the story never ends   Just the holy Son of Man we'll never understand   My God, they killed him.      There was a man named Mahatma Gandi   A man named Martin Luther King   The only Son of God Almighty   The only one called Jesus Christ   On the road to glory where the story never ends   Just the holy Son of Man we'll never understand   My God, they killed him.      There was a man named Mahatma Gandi   A man named Martin Luther King   The only Son of God Almighty   The only one called Jesus Christ   On the road to glory where the story never ends   Just the holy Son of Man we'll never understand   My God, they killed him.