Drill sergeant, I dont work for you
Im not going to war (Im not going to war)
Imma cash in beautiful books
I work at the Barnes and Nobles store (Barnes and Noble store)
You must think youre Orson Wells
And this is 1954
You dont understand liberty until
Someone speaks for yall (someone speaks for yall)
Shame on you,
You say you served your country
While Im young
Shame on you,
Mixin my mind up, handing me guns
Byebye Mom and Dad and all
Just incase theres failure
I could be blaming you
But Ive got something to tell you...
Aim on you
Level their buildings, destroy their soil
Aim on you
Did you finally figure where to run that oil?
Why cry if a man should die, when theres probable failure?
Or I could just aim at you
But I got something to tell ya...
Maybe theres another way
That we can bumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbump
Oooh, Im not going to war, im not going to
Hey!
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