Read the paper, things look grim   Watch the news, the outlook's dim   It's clear to see 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 to 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 may 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