Poetry Of The Deed Lyrics - Poetry Of The Deed - Frank Turner

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 

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 

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 

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Leave Kerouac at his desk 

We have romance in our risks 

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 

And here's what we believe 

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 

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Life is too short to live without poetry 

If you've got soul, darling, now come on and show it to me 

Life is too short to live without poetry 

If you've got soul, darling, now come on and show it to me 

Life is too short to live without poetry 

If you've got soul, darling, now come on and show it to me 

Life is too short to live without poetry 

If you've got soul, darling, now come on and show it to me 

Life is too short to live without poetry 

If you've got soul, darling, now come on and show it to me 

Life is too short to live without poetry 

If you've got soul, darling, now come on and show it to me 

Life is too long to just sing the one song 

So we'll burn like a beacon and then we'll be gone