When Joe got this official looking news
He knew his daily life had lost its use
He had to show up for a fight
He has to go to war against some Arab fright
And now Joe is about to break his ground
Dodging bullets, firing his rounds
Shooting up strangers for his flag
He screaming, screaming while being attacked
I won't fight for America, I won't fight for America
Go to march, To the front,
Even when you know it's all a farce
Go to march, To the front,
Even when you hate those bleeding stars
Joe knows it is all too late
Praying death is not his only fate
So he cuts into his ankles with his knife
And screams about the one way to survive
I won't fight for America, I won't fight for America
To the front, Go to march,
Even when you know it's all a farce
To the front, Go to march,
Even when you hate those bleeding stars
Back home he wonders why he feels so strong
Why fighting for this country is so wrong
In court he tells about all of his doubts
And they answer, standing strong and proud