Punks and Poets

It's an alliteration Punks and Poets Praying for no pain It's just a hopeful destination Saints and sinners They're laughing all the same See I don't mind what you have to say Got your finger on the trigger and that's OK I have never been one to run with the bullets in my hand You've been looking for a reason to tear it all down And I don't understand why If it's all just the same We could watch it burn Or live instead Can you feel the call in the air Let's pretend there's nothing left to fear We the people in order to find a more perfect place to be Need to forget all the shit that they are wanting us to see Who said it's beautiful, why don't we know Cut down a flower in bloom, whats the use Oh I can feel it, there's a new love runaway Can you feel the call in the air Lets pretend there's nothing left to fear Can you feel it calling It's an alliteration Punks and Poets Praying for no pain It's just a hopeful destination Saints and Sinners They're laughing all the same