Turn off the radio, cause it means nothing to me anymore   There's a silkscreen press in the basement, and an old guitar   I've got a good idea!   You think we're gonna give in,      Well we're not gonna join your army   We're gonna start our own   And we'll fight until we win or lose it      We know something's wrong, eighty-four and ninety-nine to one   We know something's wrong, cause real punks don't go to hair salons   Try to turn the counter culture into a fashion market   You think we're scared,      Well we're not gonna join your army   We're gonna start our own   And we'll take power with our music   Oh! Oh, oh!   Oh! Oh, oh!   We're not gonna join your army   We're gonna start our own   And we'll fight until we win or lose it   Oh! 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 anymore   We'll take the unmarked roads, and communicate in secret codes   And you may never understand   We said we wouldn't give in,      And we're not gonna join your army   We're gonna start our own   And we'll take power with our music   Oh! Oh, oh!   Oh! Oh, oh!   We're not gonna join your army   We're gonna start our own   And we'll fight until we win or lose it   Oh! Oh, oh!   Oh! Oh, oh!