Tekster: The Casualties. On The Front Line. Unknown Soldier.

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Oh oh oh

Joe is out of school, didn't fucking ask for much
couldn't get a job, the marines his last hope
down at the frontline, with a gun not a toy
kill many men, not asking what for

oh oh oh

Joe's family, the comrades next to him
die one by one, his luck is running out
Joe wrote back home, his parents unemployed
the rich is fucking laughing, profits from the war

oh oh oh

Joe is off to die, for another senseless war
no arms, no legs - his mother cries at home
Joey wears the flag, so proud to fight for us
and for the government, that doesn't give a fuck

oh oh oh
oh oh oh

Joe is off to die, for another senseless war
no arms, no legs - his mother cries at home
Joey wears the flag, so proud to fight for us
and for the government, that doesn't give a fuck

Marching to the left, marching to the right
marching on the frontline, what a fucking sight
Marching to the left, marching to the right
marching on the frontline, what a way to die

Joey, Joey, Joey tell me what you see now
Joey, Joey, Joey Please come back home now

Marching to the left, marching to the right
marching on the frontline, what a fucking sight
Marching to the left, marching to the right
marching on the frontline, what a way to die