Unknown Soldier کے بول

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