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!