Stupid, Stupid War

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!