This is a song that came upon me
one night
when the news it had been telling me
about one more war and one more fight
and and'aehand' i sighed but then
i thought about my friends
then i wrote this declaration
just in case the world end
our guns
we shot them in the things we said
ah we didnand't need no bullets
cos we rely on some words instead
kill someone in argument
outwit them with our brains
and weand'd kill ourselves laughing
at the funny things weand'd say
and bombs
we had them saved for special times
when the crew would call a shakedown
we break down a party landmine
women that so sexy
they explode us with their looks
ah we blowing up some speakers
jumping round till the ground shook
and missiles
they were the roadtrips that we launched
t-t-tripping across this island
starting missions at the break of dawn
yawn and smile say
and'what direction shall we take?and'
and'somewhere where it warm and wetand'
this be the route weand'd always take and
our weapons were our instruments
made from timber and steel
we never yielded to conformity
but stood like kings
in a chariot thatand's riding on a
record wheel
and our airforce flying
when the frisbee in the sky
have a session while weand're smoking
now weand're feeling extra high
and weand'd sneak into a carpark
with the skaties on our back
and weand're flying down the levels howling
and'on the attack now on the attackand'
and battles
they happened in these dancehalls
see weand'd rather fight with music
choosing one the rhythm war
battle at these shakedowns
and we battle at these gigs
we do battle in our bedrooms
made some sweet love to the beat
then our allies grew
wherever we would roam
see whenever weand're together
any stranger feel at home
in a way we are an army
but this army not destruct
no instead weand're doing simple things
good loving find it run amuck
this be a declaration
written about my friends
itand's engraved into this song
so they know iand'm not forgetting them
see maybe if the world contained
more people like these
then the news would not be telling me
about all that warfare endlessly and
our weapons were our instruments
made from timber and steel
we never yielded to conformity
but stood like kings
in a chariot thatand's riding on
a record wheel
