Draft me... I want to have fun Draft me... give me a gun Draft me... I'd understand Draft me... I want to be a man I want to help America keep the peace
And we thought of those who suffer for the sake of honesty All those who refuse to follow traitors to humanity Here's to all the draft resisters who
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In reply to your request Please find, I hereby protest To the ways and means you use You know, I cannot refuse So I'll take this vow of loyalty Fight
(When ya get drafted) Just a six-pack and you're happy We're prepared for when ya get drafted When ya get drafted
piano, the friction of dynamo The first draft of a worst case scenario It's the first draft of a worst case scenario, it's the first draft of a worst
BLACK DRAUGHT THEME TRADITIONAL Smile from the inside out smile from the inside out Black Drought makes you smile from the inside out
little communist... *(weep, weep, weep)* I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna go I don't wanna get drafted PHOOEY! I don't wanna get drafted I don
drafted I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna get drafted. My sister don't wanna get drafted she don't wanna go ... sister
Senator Dodd And an keepin' old Castro down And when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than red But when I got to my old draft board Buddy
From the pages of the prophets, he stepped out into the world And walked the earth in lowly majesty For he had been creator, a creature now was he Come
God and Senator Dodd and a-keepin' old Castro down And when it came my time to serve I knew "better dead than red" But when I got to my old draft board
Avons-nous donc commis une action etrange ? Explique, si tu peux, mon trouble et mon effroi Je frissonne de peur quand tu me dis: "Mon ange !" Et cependant
Let's start another war when ya get drafted Fan the fires of racist hatred We want total war when ya get drafted Drooling fingers Panic buttons Playing
future gravestone, an eventual gravestone ... Today's a draft Today's a draft of your epitaph Keep changing it, 'til you meet the grave Update your draft
I love the way She enters a room with out a trace When shoved She's not a treat I adore the way She carries herself with poise and grace To the point