Johnee Jingo

He was just fifteen, he was a new trainee

He lied about it for the opportunity

To defend the border his life was sworn

Though not a generation was native bornJohnee jingo

Johnee jingoHe had lost the battle but won the war

When the generals said he couldn't fight no more

He was proud and bitter at what he'd done

So he passed it off to his favorite sonJohnee jingo

Johnee jingo

Jingo don't you fight for me

Jingo don't you speak for meTo the man who owns the land

We're all the same

But when his grip begins to slip

Then he'll be calling out your name

Johnee jingoAnd the throne, the pulpit, and the politician

Create a thirst for power in the common man

It's a taste for blood passed off as bravery

Or just patriotism hiding bigotry