Joey White

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 some 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