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 'aeh' 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 didn't need no bullets 

Cos we rely on some words instead 

Kill someone in argument 

Outwit them with our brains 

And we'd kill ourselves laughing 

At the funny things we'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 

'what direction shall we take?' 



'Somewhere where it warm and wet' 

This be the route we'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 that's riding on a 

Record wheel 



And our airforce flying 

When the frisbee in the sky 

Have a session while we're smoking 

Now we're feeling extra high 

And we'd sneak into a carpark 

With the skaties on our back 

And we're flying down the levels howling 

'on the attack now on the attack' 



And battles 

They happened in these dancehalls 

See we'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 we're together 

Any stranger feel at home 

In a way we are an army 

But this army not destruct 

No instead we're doing simple things 

Good loving find it run amuck 



This be a declaration 

Written about my friends 

It's engraved into this song 

So they know I'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 that's riding on 

A record wheel