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