Unknown Soldier Lyrics
| Song | Unknown Soldier |
| Artist | The Casualties |
| Album | Made In NYC |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Oh.... Two, three, four! | |
| Joey is out of school; didn't ****ing ask for much | |
| Couldn't get a job—the Marines, his last hope | |
| Down at the front line with a gun, not a toy | |
| Kill many men, not asking what for | |
| Joey's family, the comrades next to him | |
| Die one by one—his luck is running out | |
| Joey wrote back home; his parents unemployed | |
| The rich is ****in' laughing; profits from the war | |
| Joey 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 **** | |
| Marching to the left, marching to the right | |
| Marching on the front line, what a ****in’ 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 |
| Oh.... Two, three, four! | |
| Joey is out of school didn' t ing ask for much | |
| Couldn' t get a job the Marines, his last hope | |
| Down at the front line with a gun, not a toy | |
| Kill many men, not asking what for | |
| Joey' s family, the comrades next to him | |
| Die one by one his luck is running out | |
| Joey wrote back home his parents unemployed | |
| The rich is in' laughing profits from the war | |
| Joey 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 | |
| Marching to the left, marching to the right | |
| Marching on the front line, what a in' 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 |
| Oh.... Two, three, four! | |
| Joey is out of school didn' t ing ask for much | |
| Couldn' t get a job the Marines, his last hope | |
| Down at the front line with a gun, not a toy | |
| Kill many men, not asking what for | |
| Joey' s family, the comrades next to him | |
| Die one by one his luck is running out | |
| Joey wrote back home his parents unemployed | |
| The rich is in' laughing profits from the war | |
| Joey 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 | |
| Marching to the left, marching to the right | |
| Marching on the front line, what a in' 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 |
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