Drill sergeant, I don't work for you 

I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war) 

I'mma cash in beautiful books 

I work at the Barnes and Nobles store (Barnes and Noble store)

You must think you're Orson Wells

And this is 1954 

You don't understand liberty until 

Someone speaks for y'all (someone speaks for y'all) 



Shame on you, 

You say you served your country 

While I'm young 

Shame on you, 

Mixin' my mind up, handing me guns 

Byebye Mom and Dad and all 

Just incase there's failure 

I could be blaming you 

But I've 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 there's probable failure? 

Or I could just aim at you 

But I got something to tell ya... 







Maybe there's another way 

That we can bumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbump 







Oooh, I'm not going to war, i'm not going to 

Hey!