oh. oh. oh.

joey is out of school, didnt fucking ask for much
couldnt 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.

Joeys family, the comrades next to him
die one by one, his luck is running out
joey wrote back home his parents unemployed
the rich are fucking laughing making profits from the war

oh. oh. oh.
oh. oh. oh.

joey 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 a government, that doesnt 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