this is a song that came upon me one night when the news it had been telling me bout one more war and one more fight and i i sighed but then i thought about my friends then i wrote this declaration just in case the world end our guns we shot them in the things we said ah we didn t need no bullets cause we rely on some words instead kill someone in argument outwit them with our brains and we d kill ourselves laughing at the funny things we d say and bombs we had them saved for special times when the crew would call a shakedown we d break down a party landmine women that so sexy they explode us with their looks ah we blowing up some speakers jumping round til the ground shook and missiles they were the road trips that we launched t t tripping cross this island starting missions at the break of dawn yawn and smile say what direction shall we take somewhere where it warm and wet this be the route we d always take and our weapons were our instruments made from timber and steel we never yielded to conformity but stood like kings in a chariot that s riding on a record wheel  our weapons were our instruments made from timber and steel we never yielded to conformity but stood like kings in a chariot that s riding on a record wheel our weapons were our instruments made from our timber and steel we never yielded to conformity but stood like kings in a chariot that s riding on a record wheel and our air force flying when the frisbee in the sky have a session while we re smoking now we re feeling extra high and we d sneak into a car park with the skaties on our back and we re flying down the levels howling on the attack now on the attack and battles they happened in these dance halls see we d rather fight with music choosing when the rhythm warms battle at these shakedowns and we d battle at these gigs we do battle in our bedrooms made some sweet love to the beat and our allies grew wherever we would roam see whenever we re together any stranger feel at home in a way we are an army but this army not destruct no instead we re doing simple things good loving find it run amuck this be a declaration written about my friends it s engraved into this song so they know we re not forgetting them see maybe if the world contained more people like these then the news would not be telling me bout all that warfare endlessly and our weapons were our instruments made from timber and steel we never yielded to conformity but stood like kings in a chariot that s riding on a record wheel1