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, $#&@ed 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