Letra da Música: Unknown Soldier - The Casualties

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 yoy
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 enemployed
The rich is fuckin 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 a government, that doesn't give a fuck

Marching to the left, marching to the right
Marching on the frontline, what a fuckin 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 fuckin sight
Marching to the left, marching to the right
Marching on the frontline, what a way to die.