You think you look good in your new uniform

Starched and pressed into the perfect norm

Until uncle Sam puts a gun in your hand

Points you in the wrong direction and says,

kill that man!

Well, I don't fit into your plan

You can't make me kill, man

You can't make me kill a man

You can't make me kill and

I won't fight your stupid war

Believe me, I'm not your slave

I won't fight in your war games

The C.I.A. Can't make me play

The world's running into problems now

That doesn't mean we have to fight it out

Well, I don't fit into your plan

You can't make me kill, man

You can't make me kill a man

You can't make me kill and

I won't fight your stupid war

I won't fight your stupid war

I won't fight when there's nothing to fight for

Nothing to fight for

Nothing to fight fuckin for