That we don't give a shit what you demand
Your values never meant anything to us
We don't give a shit
Petitons signed parents standing in a line
Just to stop their kids who wanna hear
What we have to say
When you were a little younger
Your dream was to become a rocker
Now it seems that it's what you hate
I never will
Go to Hell
It's what my friends want me to tell
What you do is what I hate
I hate you
Go away I don't want you on my tape
Go away I don't want you in my face
Fuck the PMRC
Tipper hope you understand
The message that I want to say
It's kinda rude but here it goes it's fuck you
I don't like what you do
And I don't like you
Die for your country? That's shit!
There's a gulf war vet, dying a slow cold death
And the government says, "We don't know the source of his sickness."
But don't believe what they say, because your government is lying
They've done it before and don't you know they'll do it again
A secret test, government built virus
"Subject Test Group: Gulf Battle Field Troops"
You've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit!
First World War veterans slaughtered, by General Eisenhower
You give them your life, they give you a stab in the back
Radiation, agent orange, tested on U.S. soles
Guinea pigs for western corporations
I never have, I never will
Pledge allegiance to their flag
You're getting used, you'll end up dead
You've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit!
I don't need you to tell me what to do
And I don't need you to tell me what to be... FUCK YOU!
I don't need you to tell me what to say
And I don't need you to tell me what to think! What to think!
What to think, what to think, what to think, think, think, think!
You've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit!