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 white Oh 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 white Well he got two years in the sand And it will surely change his plans for life Joey 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 white Yeah from below and from the sky Hear some bullets fly Oh a scream of battle cry Bodies burn and brothers die Poor joey white Joey 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 alive Now his heart's filled up with lead He got demons in his head For life

She came in like a lightnin' strike Rolled out like thunder on the plains That girl's a wildfire When she gets done, nothing's the same God knows I've tried But gettin' over her's like Fencin' in an eagle, flyin' with an angel Finally findin' gold at the end of the rainbow I'd push Cloudy Mountain into Devil's Canyon If that would bring her back, but it won't, so I'm sending Signals up in smoke 'Cause I need help fixing what she broke I got a better chance, I know Of finding a white buffalo Ooh, yahoo, yahoo, ooh Ooh, yahoo, yahoo, ooh I've never seen a ghost But I swear I hear 'em all the time Her voice is in the wind So, these reins are in my hand tonight Prayin' she might change her mind's (change her mind) Like thinkin' I ain't out of mine, or Fencin' in an eagle, flyin' with an angel Finally findin' gold at the end of the rainbow I'd push Cloudy Mountain into Devil's Canyon If that would bring her back, but it won't, so I'm sending Signals up in smoke 'Cause I need help fixing what she broke I got a better chance, I know Of finding a white buffalo Ooh, yahoo, yahoo, ooh Ooh, yahoo, yahoo, ooh God knows I've tried But gettin' over her's like Fencin' in an eagle, flyin' with an angel Finally findin' gold at the end of the rainbow I'd push Cloudy Mountain into Devil's Canyon If that would bring her back, but it won't, so I'm sending Signals up in smoke 'Cause I need help fixing what she broke I got a better chance, I know Of finding a white buffalo Ooh, yahoo, yahoo, ooh Ooh, yahoo, yahoo, ooh Ooh, yahoo, yahoo, ooh Ooh, yahoo, yahoo, ooh

You think we look pretty good together? You think my jeans are made of leather? But I'm a substitute for another guy I look pretty tall but my heels are high The simple things you see are all complicated I look pretty young but I'm just backdated Substitute, your lies for fact Substitute, I see right through that Satan crap Substitute, I look all white but my dad was black Substitute, my fine looking suit's really made out of sack I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth The north side of my town faced east and east was facing south But now you dare to look me in the eye Those are crocodile tears that you cry A genuine problem you won't try To work it out at all, just pass it by, pass it by Substitute, me for him Substitute, my coke for gin Substitute, you for my mom Substitute, at least I'll get my washing done But I'm a substitute for another guy I look pretty tall but my heels are high The simple things you see are all complicated I look pretty young but I'm just backdated I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth The north side of my town faced east and east was facing south But now you dare to look me in the eye Those are crocodile tears that you cry A genuine problem you won't try To work it out at all, just pass it by, pass it by Substitute, your lies for fact Substitute, I see right through that Satan crap Substitute, I look all white but my dad was black Substitute, my fine looking suit's really made out of sack Substitute, me for him Substitute, my coke for gin Substitute, you for my mom Substitute, at least I'll get my washing done