Lyrics:

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 yoy

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 enemployed

The rich is fuckin 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 a government, that doesn't give a fuck



Marching to the left, marching to the right

Marching on the frontline, what a fuckin sight

Marching to the left, marching to the right

Marching on the frontline, what a way to die



Joey, Joey, JoeyTell me what you see now

Joey, Joey, JoeyPlease come back home now



Marching to the left, marching to the right

Marching on the frontline, what a fuckin sight

Marching to the left, marching to the right

Marching on the frontline, what a way to die