[Chorus]
Drill sergeant, I got a word for you
I`m not going to war (I`m not going to war)
I`mma cash in beautiful books
I`m gonna get the parts, I know the stores (Why do I know the stores)
In this speaking Orson Wells
And this is 1954
You don`t understand liberty until
Someone speaks for y`all (someone speaks for y`all)
Shame on you,
You say you served your country
While I`m young
Shame on you,
Looks my mind up, handing me guns
Byebye Mom and Dad and all
Just incase there`s failure
I could be blaming you
But I`ve got something to tell you...
[chorus]
Aim on you
The love of their buildings, destroy their soil
Aim on you
Did you finally figure where to run that oil?
Why cry if a man should die, when there`s probable failure?
Or I could just aim at you
But I got something to tell ya...
[chorus]
Maybe there`s another way
That we can bumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbump [4x]