Drill Sergeant
 作曲 : Chad Hugo/Pharrell Williams
 [Part 1 - Drill Sergeant]
 Drill sergeant I don't work for you
 I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)
 I'm a cashier good with 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, handing me guns
 Bye bye mom and dad and all
 Just in case there is failure
 I could be blaming 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 good with 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, **** 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 good with 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)
 Maybe there's another way
 That we can bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond
 Maybe there's another way
 That we can bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond
 Maybe there's another way
 That we can bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond
 Maybe there's another way
 That we can bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond, bond
 Drill sergeant I don't work for you
 I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)
 I'm a cashier good with 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)
 I'm not going to war
 I'm not going to war
 I'm not going to war
 I'm not going to war
 [Part 2 - Preservation]
 Hate when they call me superstar
 Do I look like a superstar?
 Yet unreachable and very far
 Ever noticed I'm right here wit' y'all?
 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) BANDANA!
 (Well!) So you
 CAN'T SEE SHIT!
 Now the fear of blowing up
 Definitely takes its toll
 It sends its demons down to your mind to take control
 If it thinks it's got my mind
 It-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 **** you from behind
 WANT WAR?!!
 Well! WAR WE'LL GIVE!
 We'll be rocking this BANDANNA!
 (Well! You) So You
 CAN'T SEE SHIT!
 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!
 WANT WAR?!?
 Well! WAR WE'LL GIVE!
 We'll be rocking this BANDANA!
 (Well! You) So You
 CAN'T SEE SHIT!
 WANT WAR!??!