Don’t want to go to your battleground
To find your enemy and shoot ‘em down
Don’t want no part of your wars
Don’t want to hear that silent sound
Dead bodies on the ground
Don’t want no part of your wars

Your ads are just a disguise
Don’t tell me no lies
Come home, shot between the eyes

Don’t you know, it’s the old sensation
Dog tag identification
Don’t want no part of your registration
To prepare me for the surprise attack
Just die for Ole Big Mac
Now whose turn is to go to bat?

Your ads are just a disguise
Don’t tell me no lies
Come home shot between the eyes

Uncle Sam wants you
The army, the navy, the marines, the air force


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1014 is a number like you and me
Mr. Everyday, passerby

He’s, he’s a killer
He grabs his thoughts
He packs his gun
Takes his knife along
Oh, it’s just for fun

He’s, he’s a killer
They say he’s insane
Who is to blame?
Don’t look behind you
It makes me wonder why…

He’s your next-door neighbor
The one you never knew
Who’s thinking what you never thought
Is your number up?

He’ll follow
Through the night
With his eyes
He’s a killer

Why is his mind
Why is his mind
Why is his mind
Not just like mine?

1014 is a number like you and me
Mr. Everyday, passerby
Bye


Lyrics submitted by Krakshot

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