Immaculate Machine - Army Lyrics
Turn off the radio, cause it means nothing to me anymoreThere's a silkscreen press in the basement, and an old guitarI've got a good idea!You think we're gonna give in,Well we're not gonna join your armyWe're gonna start our ownAnd we'll fight until we win or lose itWe know something's wrong, eighty-four and ninety-nine to oneWe know something's wrong, cause real punks don't go to hair salonsTry to turn the counter culture into a fashion marketYou think we're scared,Well we're not gonna join your armyWe're gonna start our ownAnd we'll take power with our musicOh! Oh, oh!Oh! Oh, oh!We're not gonna join your armyWe're gonna start our ownAnd we'll fight until we win or lose itOh! 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 anymoreWe'll take the unmarked roads, and communicate in secret codesAnd you may never understandWe said we wouldn't give in,And we're not gonna join your armyWe're gonna start our ownAnd we'll take power with our musicOh! Oh, oh!Oh! Oh, oh!We're not gonna join your armyWe're gonna start our ownAnd we'll fight until we win or lose itOh! Oh, oh!Oh! Oh, oh!
