Army

Turn off the radio, cause it means nothing to me anymore
 There's a silkscreen press in the basement, and an old guitar
 I've got a good idea!
 You think we're gonna give in,
 Well we're not gonna join your army
 We're gonna start our own
 And we'll fight until we win or lose it
 We know something's wrong, eighty-four and ninety-nine to one
 We know something's wrong, cause real punks don't go to hair salons
 Try to turn the counter culture into a fashion market
 You think we're scared,
 Well we're not gonna join your army
 We're gonna start our own
 And we'll take power with our music
 Oh! Oh, oh!
 Oh! Oh, oh!
 We're not gonna join your army
 We're gonna start our own
 And we'll fight until we win or lose it
 Oh! Oh, oh!
 Oh! Oh, oh!
 We're not gonna join your amry...
 We're not gonna join your amry...
 Turn off the radio, cause it means nothing to me anymore
 We'll take the unmarked roads, and communicate in secret codes
 And you may never understand
 We said we wouldn't give in,
 And we're not gonna join your army
 We're gonna start our own
 And we'll take power with our music
 Oh! Oh, oh!
 Oh! Oh, oh!
 We're not gonna join your army
 We're gonna start our own
 And we'll fight until we win or lose it
 Oh! Oh, oh!
 Oh! Oh, oh!