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!