| You think you look good in your new uniform
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| Starched and pressed into the perfect norm
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| Until uncle Sam puts a gun in your hand
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| Points you in the wrong direction and says
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| «kill that man!»
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| Well, I don’t fit into your plan
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| You can’t make me kill, man
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| You can’t make me kill a man
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| You can’t make me kill and
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| I won’t fight your stupid war
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| Believe me, I’m not your slave
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| I won’t fight in your war games
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| The C.I.A. |
| Can’t make me play
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| The world’s running into problems now
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| That doesn’t mean we have to fight it out
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| Well, I don’t fit into your plan
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| You can’t make me kill, man
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| You can’t make me kill a man
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| You can’t make me kill and
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| I won’t fight your stupid war
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| I won’t fight your stupid war
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| I won’t fight when there’s nothing to fight for
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| Nothing to fight for
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| Nothing to fight fuckin for |