No more fighting
No more war
So, what the hell are you marching for?
No more copy of Vietcong
But still you wanna sing your protest song

No, no, no, no, you've nothing to shout about
No, no, no, nothing to shout about
No, no, no, no, you've nothing to shout about
No, no, no, nothing to shout about

No more spying undercover
But still you'll never trust your Russian lover
No more working in a ditch
But still you rock 'n' roll against the rich

No, no, no, no, you've nothing to shout about
No, no, no, nothing to shout about
No, no, no, no, you've nothing to shout about
No, no, no, nothing to shout about

No more guns or pollution
But still you want to sell the revolution

No, no, no, no, you've nothing to shout about
No, no, no, nothing to shout about
No, no, no, no, you've nothing to shout about
No, no, no, nothing to shout about