Well, I don't wanna 
          be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die 
          Well, I don't wanna be a sailor mama, I don't wanna fly 
          Well, I don't wanna be a failure mama, I don't wanna cry 
          Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die 
          Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no 
          Well, I don't wanna be a rich man mama, I don't wanna cry 
          Well, I don't wanna be a poor man mama, I don't wanna fly 
          Well, I don't wanna be a lawyer mama, I don't wanna lie 
          Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die 
          Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, hey!  
          Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die 
          Well, I don't wanna be a thief now mama, I don't wanna fly 
          Well, I don't wanna be a churchman mama, I don't wanna cry 
          Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die 
          Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, hey!  
          Oh well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die 
          Well, I don't wanna be a sailor mama, I don't wanna fly 
          Well, I don't wanna be a failure mama, I don't wanna cry 
          Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die 
          Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no   | 
          I'm sick and 
          tired of hearing things 
          From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics 
          All I want is the truth 
          Just gimme some truth 
          I've had enough of reading things 
          By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians 
          All I want is the truth 
          Just gimme some truth  
          No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky 
          Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me 
          With just a pocketful of hope 
          Money for dope 
          Money for rope  
          No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky 
          Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me 
          With just a pocketful of soap 
          Money for dope 
          Money for rope  
          I'm sick to death of seeing things 
          From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists 
          All I want is the truth 
          Just gimme some truth now  
          I've had enough of watching scenes 
          Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas 
          All I want is the truth now 
          Just gimme some truth  
          No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky 
          Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me 
          With just a pocketful of soap 
          It's money for dope 
          Money for rope  
          Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things 
          from uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites 
          All I want is the truth now 
          Just gimme some truth now  
          I've had enough of reading things 
          by neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians 
          All I want is the truth now 
          Just gimme some truth now  
          All I want is the truth now 
          Just gimme some truth now 
          All I want is the truth 
          Just gimme some truth 
          All I want is the truth 
          Just gimme some truth   | 
          Oh my love for the 
          first time in my life 
          My eyes are wide open 
          Oh my lover for the first time in my life 
          My eyes can see 
          I see the wind, oh I see the trees 
          Everything is clear in my heart 
          I see the clouds, oh I see the sky 
          Everything is clear in our world  
          Oh my love for the first time in my life 
          My mind is wide open 
          Oh my lover for the first time in my life 
          My mind can feel  
          I feel the sorrow, oh I feel the dreams 
          Everything is clear in my heart 
          I feel life, oh I feel love 
          Everything is clear in our world   | 
          So Sgt. Pepper took 
          you by surprise 
          You better see right through that mother's eyes 
          Those freaks was right when they said you was dead 
          The one mistake you made was in your head 
          Ah, how do you sleep? 
          Ah, how do you sleep at night? 
          You live with straights who tell you you was king 
          Jump when your momma tell you anything 
          The only thing you done was yesterday 
          And since you're gone you're just another day 
          Ah, how do you sleep? 
          Ah, how do you sleep at night?  
          Ah, how do you sleep? 
          Ah, how do you sleep at night?  
          A pretty face may last a year or two 
          But pretty soon they'll see what you can do 
          The sound you make is muzak to my ears 
          You must have learned something in all those years 
          Ah, how do you sleep? 
          Ah, how do you sleep at night?   |