Our Only Weapon

Read the papers, thing look grim
Watch the news, the outlook dim
Its clear to see there is something wrong
Could be that we dont change alot
But we should give it our best shot
Our only weapon is a song
Maybe were being to naive
But this is something we believe
Whats beyond belief is just how much is wrong
Nothing is gained when people fight,
Maybe our heads arent screwed on tight
Our only weapon is a song
Were not building bombs or storing ammunition
Were just playing songs hoping people will listen
Others try hate but hate wont move anything
Were trying love and unity too
Were not packing pistols,
Were not waging war
Most of our missiles have only four chords
Its not a great plan but we like the agenda
The arsenals music and the armys our friend
Could be our idea isnt great,
Maybe our heads arent screwed on straight
We may be wrong and maybe nothings wrong
And we might never win the war
But well have fun and thats for sure
Our only weapon is a song