Punks and Poets - Elliot Root

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 shet that

They are wanting us to see

Who said it's beautiful why don't we know

Cut down a flower in bloom what's the use

Oh I can feel it there's a new love runaway

Can you feel the call in the air

Let's 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