Read the paper, things look grim
  Watch the news, the outlook's dim
  It's clear to see that there is something wrong
  Could be that we don't change a lot
  But we should give it our best shot
  Our only weapon is a song
    Maybe we're being too 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 might 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