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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... Letras de cancionesWe'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! From Letras Mania