Todd RundgrenJohnee 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 © 2018