This is a song that came upon me 
One night 
When the news it had been telling me 
About one more war and one more fight 
And 'aeh' 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 
Cos 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 break down a party landmine 
Women that so y 
They explode us with their looks 
Ah we blowing up some speakers 
Jumping round till the ground shook 

And missiles 
They were the roadtrips that we launched 
T-t-tripping across 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 [bad word] 
Made from timber and steel 
We never yielded to conformity 
But stood like kings 
In a chariot that's riding on a 
Record wheel 

And our airforce 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 carpark 
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 dancehalls 
See we'd rather fight with music 
Choosing one the rhythm war 
Battle at these shakedowns 
And we battle at these gigs 
We do battle in our bedrooms 
Made some sweet love to the beat 

Then 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 [bad word] 
No instead we're doing simple things 
Good loving find [bad word] amuck 

This be a declaration 
Written about my friends 
It's engraved into this song 
So they know I'm not forgetting them 
See maybe if the world contained 
More people like these 
Then the news would not be telling me 
About all that warfare endlessly and 

Our weapons were our [bad word] 
Made from timber and steel 
We never yielded to conformity 
But stood like kings 
In a chariot that's riding on 
record wheel