With our songs, 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 guitar Will there be peace in the world? Or will violence always own the truth? There' s a bird singing at my window an irresponsible tune
