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