(Lyrics by Brecht)
You think you look good in your new uniform
Starched and pressed into the perfect norm
Until uncle Sam puts a 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 fuckin for