Joey White, well he ain't got no choices
Just like his daddy did, he joins the armed forces
Gonna be a man, oh not a zero
For Uncle Sam, well he'll be a hero
He don't know that Uncle Sam is a cartoon and not a man
Poor Joey White
Oh Joey White, you better bite your tongue
You don't know jack, boy
You're young, dumb and full of cum
Better step in line, go with the others
Gonna fight for freedom, son, your country and your brothers
Here's your boots and here's a gun
Learn when to fight, learn when to run
Poor Joey White
Well he got two years in the sand,
And it will surely change his plans for life
Joey White, well he gets his orders
Grab your things and we'll meet you at the border
Kill 'em all, no quarter given
Shoot on sight, boy, let God sort out the livin'
Told ya no one's keeping score
This ain't no game, well this is war
For Joey White
Yeah, from below and from the sky
Hear drums and bullets fly
Oh a scream of battle cry
Bodies burn and brothers die
Poor Joey White
Joey White, well you better run faster
You can't run fast enough to avoid this grave disaster
Well in a flash blood soaks his shirt
Drops to his knees, now he's face down in the dirt
Now his only freedom blurred
Gets to leave this Hell on Earth still alive
Now his heart's filled up with lead
He got demons in his head
For life
Just like his daddy did, he joins the armed forces
Gonna be a man, oh not a zero
For Uncle Sam, well he'll be a hero
He don't know that Uncle Sam is a cartoon and not a man
Poor Joey White
Oh Joey White, you better bite your tongue
You don't know jack, boy
You're young, dumb and full of cum
Better step in line, go with the others
Gonna fight for freedom, son, your country and your brothers
Here's your boots and here's a gun
Learn when to fight, learn when to run
Poor Joey White
Well he got two years in the sand,
And it will surely change his plans for life
Joey White, well he gets his orders
Grab your things and we'll meet you at the border
Kill 'em all, no quarter given
Shoot on sight, boy, let God sort out the livin'
Told ya no one's keeping score
This ain't no game, well this is war
For Joey White
Yeah, from below and from the sky
Hear drums and bullets fly
Oh a scream of battle cry
Bodies burn and brothers die
Poor Joey White
Joey White, well you better run faster
You can't run fast enough to avoid this grave disaster
Well in a flash blood soaks his shirt
Drops to his knees, now he's face down in the dirt
Now his only freedom blurred
Gets to leave this Hell on Earth still alive
Now his heart's filled up with lead
He got demons in his head
For life
Contributed by Renato Stecca - 2014/2/11 - 22:53
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Carissimi, vi segnalo un interessante gruppo statunitense, The White Buffalo, che nel 2013 ha pubblicato l’album “Shadows, Greys & Evil Ways”; si tratta di un concept album che parla di un soldato tornato dalla guerra. Vi invio i testi delle canzoni più esplicitamente legate alla guerra; se volete pubblicare anche le altre, decidete voi.
Ciao, Renato
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