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 whiteOh 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 whiteWell he got two years in the sand
And it will surely change his plans for lifeJoey 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 whiteYeah from below and from the sky
Hear some bullets fly
Oh a scream of battle cry
Bodies burn and brothers die
Poor joey whiteJoey 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 aliveNow his heart's filled up with lead
He got demons in his head
For life
Songwriters
JACOB AARON SMITHPublished by
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