I’ve been down with sickness, down with sex and sin;

Spent some time down in the gutter downing juice and gin.

There’s just one loser I don’t want to know,

That’s the military man with the gun in his hand,

And they call him the GI Joe.

I’ve been to New York, Baghdad and Tehran,

And everywhere I go I see the face of the military man.

Hatred and violence, ignorance in motion,

While the women gather crying tears

That fill a million oceans.

Chorus:

And I’ve been so high, and I’ve been so low,

But I never once in my life

Could get down with the GI Joe.

I met him in Korea, China and Japan.

Saw him fighting in the jungle down in Viet Nam.

Down in darkest Africa in the desert and the clay;

Same old military man who brought me down in the USA.

Everywhere I go, and everywhere I hear,

All their sons are dying and the women crying tears.

Hatred and violence from Peru to Mexico;

All across the world, tell me who, it’s the GI Joe.

Chorus:

And I’ve been so high and I’ve been so low,

But I never once in my life

Could get down with the GI Joe.

With the GI Joe, with the GI Joe.

An anti-war song based around some hard-hitting beats and synths.