Poetry of the Deed

[Produced By Alex Newport] [Verse 1] They're coming out of the walls, they're coming up through the streets They're quicksilver wracked by some invisible beat And right outside of your door, the very stones come alive They are the spring in the step, the distant look in the eyes Put your Baudelaire away And come outside and play [Chorus] Me and all my friends are poets of the deed We're exactly what this country needs We scratch until we're drunk, we drink until we bleed We are what we believe [Verse 2] Pentameter in attack, iambic pulse in the veins Free verse powered of the street light mains An Iliad played out without a shadow of doubt Between the end of the club, yeah, and the sun coming out Leave Kerouac at his desk We have romance in our risks [Chorus] [Bridge] Before we get bored, let's be inspired Let's ignore the applause and set the theater on fire Fight every war like the drunks in the choir Put our art where our mouths are, poetry of the deed Enough with words and technical theses Let's grab life by the throat and live it to pieces We can choose, we can change and if we don't We're just afraid of living life like we're loved And in love and alive to all the things we could be If we just believed that life [Outro 1 x6] Life is too short to live without poetry If you've got soul, darling, now come on and show it me [Outro 2] Life is too long to just sing the one song So we'll burn like a beacon and then we'll be gone