You take the easy way to keep us on your side The pictures that you paint, you paint over our eyes You write the melodies, I tried to make them mine A puppet master's luxury, it's not your life on the line Oh, no I'm not your soldier I'm out of the game now Don't make me bust your door Longing for freedom I'm tired of your reasons They're not worth fighting for I've seen you reel them in to satisfy your needs They got served the truth so thin, and you're the hand that feeds Teach them every kind of trick that you've got up your sleeve Hit them with a beating stick, once they show their teeth Oh, I'm not your soldier I'm out of the game now Don't make me bust your door Longing for freedom I'm tired of your reasons They're not worth fighting for ♪ I'm not your soldier I'm out of the game now Don't make me bust your door I'm longing for freedom I'm tired of your reasons They're not worth fighting for Oh, no