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