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 born
 Johnee jingo
 Johnee jingo
 He 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 son
 Johnee jingo
 Johnee jingo
 Jingo don't you fight for me
 Jingo don't you speak for me
 To 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 jingo
 And 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