With our songs, we are outlawed
With our songs, we are 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, f**ed up and wrong
Sing all day, record and play
Drums and ba** 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
An irresponsible tune