(Lyrics by Brecht)
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
| 1 | You Say I'm Scum |
| 2 | Argument Then War |
| 3 | Acid Rain |
| 4 | Beneath The Wheel |
| 5 | Think For Yourself |
| 6 | Don't Ask |
| 7 | Gone Too Long |
| 8 | Dead In A Ditch |
| 9 | Shut Up |
| 10 | Go Die |