I've got a bright red sticker on the back of my car,

Says: "United States Marines."

An' yesterday a lady in a mini-van,

Held up her middle finger at me.

Does she think she knows what I stand for,

Or the things that I believe?

Just by looking at a sticker for the US Marines,

On the bumper of my S.U.V. 



See, my brother Chris, he's been in,

For more than 14 years now.

Our Dad was in the Navy during Vietnam,

Did his duty, then he got out.

And my Grandpa earned his Purple Heart,

On the beach of Normandy.

That's why I've got a sticker for the US Marines,

On the bumper of my S.U.V. 



But that doesn't mean that I want war:

I'm not Republican or Democrat.

But I've gone all around this crazy world,

Just to try to better understand.

An' yes, I do have questions:

I get to ask them because I'm free.

That's why I've got a sticker for the US Marines,

On the bumper of my S.U.V. 



'Cause I've been to Hiroshima,

An' I've been to the DMZ.

I've walked on the sand in Baghdad,

Still don't have all of the answers I need.

But I guess I wanna know where she's been,

Before she judges and gestures to me,

'Cause she don't like my sticker for the US Marines,

On the bumper of my S.U.V. 



So I hope that lady in her mini-van,

Turns on her radio and hears this from me.

As she picks up her kids,

From their private school,

An' drives home safely on our city streets.

Or to the building where her church group meets:

Yeah, that's why I've got a sticker for the US Marines,

On the bumper of my S.U.V.