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