I put on a ton of weight for a role I didn't get

Ah, now I'm always late for set

Getting panned in the LA Times, getting tanned on the internet

Wondering why I ain't give up yet

'Cause sooner or later there'll be children turned to fire by the wind

Yep, they'll be matey from the corner store, muddied at the chin

There'll be heroin and murder, and then it will begin

To bend you over

And you'll bend over

Hey, hey

Blood on the mirror, got hairspray on my breath

I just don't give a shit

Chained to the mic stand, my good looks, and my debt

Wondering why I ain't give up yet

'Cause sooner or later there'll be Romans violated at the skin

Yep, there'll be mothers in hysteria fishin' through your bins

There'll be holes in all your logic, and then it will begin

To bend you over

And you'll bend over

We know you'll bend over

You'll bend over

Hey, hey

'Cause you're no soldier

You're no soldier

You're no soldier

You're no soldier

Yeah, we know you're no soldier

You're no soldier

You're no soldier

You're no soldier

Yeah, we know you're no soldier

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

You're no soldier

Yeah, we don't see no soldier

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

You're no soldier