With our songs we are outlawed
With our songs we're alone
But without songs we're lost
And life is pointless harsh and long
In my heart there is music
In my mind is a song
But in my eyes a world
Crooked fucked up and wrong
Sing all day
Record and play
Drums and bass and a guitar
Will there be peace in the world
Or will vile winds always own the truth
There's a bird singing at my window
And it's singing an irresponsible tune
An irresponsible tune