Drill Sergeant

Drill Sergeant - N.E.R.D.

Drill sergeant I don't work for you

I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)

I'm a cashier wielding books

I work at the Barnes & Noble store (Barnes & Noble store!)

You must think you're Orson Welles and this is 1954

You don't understand Liberty until

Someone speaks for yours (someone speaks for yours)

Shame on you

Singing 'serve your country' while I'm young

Shame on you

Mixing my mind up, handlig guns

Bye bye mom and dad and all

Just in case there is failure

I could be blaming you

But I got something tell ya

Drill sergeant I don't work for you

I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)

I'm a cashier wielding books

I work at the Barnes & Noble store (Barnes & Noble store!)

You must think you're Orson Welles and this is 1954

You don't understand Liberty until

Someone speaks for yours (someone speaks for yours)

Aim on you

Level their buildings, destroy their soil

Aim on you

Did you finally figure where to run that oil, f**k it

Why cry if man should die?

When there's probable failure or

I could just aim on you

But I got something to tell ya

Drill sergeant I don't work for you

I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)

I'm a cashier wielding books

I work at the Barnes & Noble store (Barnes & Noble store!)

You must think you're Orson Welles and this is 1954

You don't understand Liberty until

Someone speaks for yours (someone speaks for yours)

Drill sergeant I don't work for you

I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)

I'm a cashier wielding books

I work at the Barnes & Noble store (Barnes & Noble store!)

You must think you're Orson Welles and this is 1954

You don't understand Liberty until

Someone speaks for yours (someone speaks for yours)

Hate when they call me superstar

Do I look like a superstar?

Yet unreachable and very far

Ever noticed I'm right here wit' ya'll?

I cover my face because they do not need to see

I ain't no gangsta or no thug, I am just being me

The world smells of drama

So I cover up my nose

The faces like film leavin' out too long, gets overexposed

Getting praised by magazines

From the girlfriends in my clothes

I hope they still love me when I shun away cause I am afraid to blow

WANT WAR?!!

(Well!) WAR WE'LL GIVE!

(We'll be rocking this) BANDANNA!

(Well!) So you

CAN'T SEE SH*T!

Now the fear of blowing up

Definitely takes it's toll

It sends it's demons down to your mind to take control

If it thinks it's got my mind

It better think again

I got the pleasure of the piano and this powerful pen

But you (You!)

You want fifteen minutes to shine, what's your concept?

What's so interesting? What's your desire?

Soon as you get your cover story

And your precious headlines

So sorry, so sorry, so sorry

They'll just f**k you from behind

WANT WAR?!!

Well! WAR WE'LL GIVE!

We'll be rocking this BANDANNA!

Well! You/So You

CAN'T SEE SH*T!

I don't wanna blow up

I'm smiling cause I know

All the pieces that make me me will glisten from my soul

My self-esteem is not a fake

It comes from within

Come and take a picture

I'll sign whatever you want my friend

Still.. (Still..) Still..(Still..)

Yeah!

...War

WANT WAR?!?

Well! WAR WE'LL GIVE!

We'll be rocking this BANDANA!

Well! You/So You

CAN'T SEE SH*T!

WANT WAR!??!