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Oh oh oh |
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Joey is out of school, didn't fucking ask for much |
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couldn't get a job, the marines his last hope |
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down at the frontline, with a gun not a toy |
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kill many men, not asking what for |
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oh oh oh |
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Joey's family, the comrades next to him |
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die one by one, his luck is running out |
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Joey wrote back home, his parents unemployed |
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the rich is fucking laughing, profits from the war |
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oh oh oh |
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Joey is off to die, for another senseless war |
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no arms, no legs - his mother cries at home |
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Joey wears the flag, so proud to fight for us |
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and for the government, that doesn't give a fuck |
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oh oh oh |
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oh oh oh |
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Joey is off to die, for another senseless war |
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no arms, no legs - his mother cries at home |
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Joey wears the flag, so proud to fight for us |
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and for the government, that doesn't give a fuck |
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Marching to the left, marching to the right |
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marching on the frontline, what a fucking sight |
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Marching to the left, marching to the right |
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marching on the frontline, what a way to die |
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Joey, Joey, Joey tell me what you see now |
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Joey, Joey, Joey Please come back home now |
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Marching to the left, marching to the right |
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marching on the frontline, what a fucking sight |
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Marching to the left, marching to the right |
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marching on the frontline, what a way to die |
