Read the papers, thing look grim. Watch the news, the outlook’ dim. It’s clear
To see there is something wrong. Could be that we don’t change alot but we
Should give it our best shot. Our only weapon is a song. Maybe we’re being to
Naive but this is something we believe. What’s beyond belief is just how much
Is wrong. Nothing is gained when people fight, maybe our heads aren’t screwed
On tight. Our only weapon is a song. We’re not building bombs or storing
Ammunition. We’re just playing songs hoping people will listen. Others try
Hate but hate won’t move anything. We’re trying love and unity too. We’re not
Packing pistols, we’re not waging war. Most of our missiles have only four
Chords. It’s not a great plan but we like the agenda. The arsenal’s music and
The army’s our friend. Could be our idea isn’t great, maybe our heads aren’t
Screwed on straight. We may be wrong and maybe nothing’s wrong. And we might
Never win the war but we’ll have fun and that’s for sure. Our only weapon is a
Song.
