Our Only Weapon

*dogs barking*

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 naïve

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