This is a song about "No"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

Teamwork: that's our recipe for living lavish

No failed romances, no second glances,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Self made coming soon

Once upon a time not long ago

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

So here i am at the store for some chips

No conscience, no need for resilience

With no guns and no shields

Get blown like lawn leaves