The Chariot

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 ends

Our guns, we shot them in the things we said

How 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 for 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 our party landmine

Women are so sexy, they explode us with their looks

Oh, we blowing up some speakers

Jumping 'round till the ground shook

And missiles, they were the road trips that we launched

Tripping 'cross this island, starting missions at the break of dawn

Yawn and smile, say, what direction shall we take?

Somewhere where it's warm and wet

This be the route we'd always take and

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

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

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

Oh, 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

We're 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 won

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 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 our timber and steel

We never yielded to conformity

But stood like kings

In a chariot that's riding on a record wheel