It is the middle of the night
Right in the middle of the street
It could be uptown, downtown
It could be your dream, my dream
I'm a soldier marching in an army
but what I've got is one guitar
Hey all my brothers and sisters,
I think it's time we spoke
I've only got six dreams,
but like a bell they ring
It's like a jet plane insane
I'm a soldier marching in an army
But what I got is one guitar
Na -na -na, na -na -na -na -na
na -na -na, na -na -na -na
So if you get knocked down,
For all the outcasts that last,
and turn your ass up loud
And raise your voices, voices
Cause I'm a soldier marching in an army
But what I got is one guitar
I'm a soldier marching in an army
but what I've got is one guitar
na -na -na, na -na -na -na -na -na,
na -na -na -na, na -na -na -na -na -na
Na -n a -na, na -na -na -na -na -na,
na -na -na -na, na -na -na -na