Drill Sergeant

Drill sergeant, I don't work for you I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war) I'mma cash in beautiful books I work at the Barnes and Nobles store (Barnes and Noble store) You must think you're 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, Mixin' 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... Aim on you Level 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... Maybe there's another way That we can bumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbump Oooh, I'm not going to war, i'm not going to Hey!