With our song we are outlaws 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 violence 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