You think you look good in your new uniform Starched and pressed into the perfect norm Until Uncle Sam puts that 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