This is what i want, I want all the punks to take to the streets
Playing their guitars
This is what i want [x2]
This is what i want, Black kids and white kids sharing all the songs
That their grandmamma taught 'em
This is what i want [x2]

And we'll play em on our horns, we'll bang em on our drums,
We'll play em on our guitars

Singing songs that our mother sang to us when we were young,
Or songs that we may remember reading
Songs we heard a stranger sing or humming on the streets
Songs we made up yesterday on the porch in the rain on our guitars

And we'll never sing a song we heard on your radio,
Or a song someone else was paid to write sing
And we'll never sing of sex - the fakest kind of love,
Those songs will not be played on our guitars

And we'll play em on our horns, we'll bang em on our drums,
We'll play em on our guitars