N.E.R.D., Santigold - Soldier lyrics

I don't know what they told you
I am soldier baby
There's no fire I won't go through
Just to hold you baby
I'm with a backup rebel
Here for the night now i know what you like
Just for tonight

Bom bom, bom bom bom bom
Bom bom, bom bom bee-low
Bom bom bom bom, bom bom bee-low
I know what you like just for tonight

What's wrong with my red flannel?
What's that on your news channel?
All your BS plans I know
That is why we wear camo
Yes we love our fans and so
Have convos and shake hands so
Think of those that can't go
Next time we gon' make the speakers blow
Crowd surf 'til they can't no more
Hop on stage and spaz all show
We 'preciate you spending that dough
Knowing every word from the intro
Interesting with your friend wear your shit
Wear my shit yes I rock that surf and so
Man sandals? Uh, no
You ask what I'm fighting
You wanna know when I'm fighting
Man your radio ain't exciting
Man your TV ain't exciting
Wanna know what you're hiding
Books I raise are dying
Wanna know what the hope you're buying
Looks like minds are frying
Screw you and your corporate quarters
We're taking your sons and daughters
It's time for social order
Musical social order
And now our lives are shorter
Got the drug inside the water
Get that news reporter
Now turn off your camcorder

Every time you come see us
Shows so rock the walls might bust
We go crazy cars are dust
Tell security "don’t you cuss"
Kick the stairs and cop your tee
Run backstage to our room please
If security comes and asks
"Where’s your pass?" Say you’re me
Flick off to whatever he says
Hop the fence and jump the stage
Make sure you’re seen, sure you’re heard
Snatch the mic and sing the words
If they kick you out the door
Turn around come back for more
If they won’t let you in line
Say "Fuck you I had a great time"
You ask what I’m fighting
You wanna know what I’m fighting
Curriculum ain’t exciting
Teach given’ em ain’t exciting
Oh it don’t fit the timing
'Cause you always lying
Surprised that we ain’t whining
We we we are trying
Screw you and your chauffeur
We’re taking your sons and daughters
It’s time for social order
Musical social order
And now our lives are shorter
Got the drugs inside the water
Get that news reporter
Now turn on your camcorder