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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