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