I don't belong singing these anthems This fever is cunning, deadly, it's running Straight for the exit, detoured through my veins Telling me to get the fuck out I don't recall how it all started I tripped on a bass line, now my guitar screams Loud about living, loud about love Loud about loathing myself When all is said and done When all we've said, we've done I've howled at the moon, been sick by the sunrise I've taken abuse from those who've have no right Conducting the violins playing my song These things that I choose require opinion Demand satisfaction, commercial reaction I'll just keep on moving, losing every thread Tied to the place I call home When all is said and done When all we've said, we've done We are the brand new beatniks We are the down-and-outers We are the beating hearts Beating syncopated, broken rhythm Our speed is often breakneck We need to slow it down Tired of being sleepless Tired of being broken, broken