Paroles: Immaculate Machine. Army.

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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!