Stupid, Stupid War

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

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 for

There's nothing to fight fucking for