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 toy
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 unemployed
the rich is fucking 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 the government, that doesn't give a fuck
oh oh oh
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 the government, that doesn't 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
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 toy
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 unemployed
the rich is fucking 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 the government, that doesn't give a fuck
oh oh oh
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 the government, that doesn't 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
Contributed by daniela -k.d.- - 2007/6/29 - 12:15
Language: Spanish
Versione spagnola
2005
En la linea del frente
2005
En la linea del frente
Soldado
Juan sin escuela, nada que hacer
Y sin trabajo, nada que perder
Juan es un soldado, con pistola que
mató a muchos hombres, preguntele por que
Juan es soldado, sin compasion
Era muy joven, perdió el amor
Escribió a la casa, padres sin trabajo
El rico se rie, juan es un payaso
Juan fue a peliar, una guerra
Sin armas sin piernas, su madre lloraba
Muestra una bandera, pelea por ella
Y por un gobierno de ricos burgueses
Juan es soldado, sin compasion
Era muy joven, perdió el amor
Escribió a la casa, padres sin trabajo
El rico se rie, Juan es un payaso
Juan a la derecha, Juan a la Izquierda
Juan al Frente, Burgueses Solamente
Vas contra gente, vas contra ellos
vas contra nosotros, abre tus ojos
Juan! Juan! Juan! Abre tus Ojos
Juan! Juan! Juan! Contra Tu Pueblo
Juan a la derecha, Juan a la Izquierda
Juan al Frente, Burgueses Solamente
Juan a la derecha, Juan a la Izquierda
Juan al Frente, Abre tus Ojos
Juan sin escuela, nada que hacer
Y sin trabajo, nada que perder
Juan es un soldado, con pistola que
mató a muchos hombres, preguntele por que
Juan es soldado, sin compasion
Era muy joven, perdió el amor
Escribió a la casa, padres sin trabajo
El rico se rie, juan es un payaso
Juan fue a peliar, una guerra
Sin armas sin piernas, su madre lloraba
Muestra una bandera, pelea por ella
Y por un gobierno de ricos burgueses
Juan es soldado, sin compasion
Era muy joven, perdió el amor
Escribió a la casa, padres sin trabajo
El rico se rie, Juan es un payaso
Juan a la derecha, Juan a la Izquierda
Juan al Frente, Burgueses Solamente
Vas contra gente, vas contra ellos
vas contra nosotros, abre tus ojos
Juan! Juan! Juan! Abre tus Ojos
Juan! Juan! Juan! Contra Tu Pueblo
Juan a la derecha, Juan a la Izquierda
Juan al Frente, Burgueses Solamente
Juan a la derecha, Juan a la Izquierda
Juan al Frente, Abre tus Ojos
Contributed by DonQuijote82 - 2012/11/14 - 18:38
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