Sing you Bastards Sing

I was born into a family, yes, they mean the world to me
But it was never quite enough
I needed a tribe
Some tribes I tried weren’t quite for me
That included school and University
And football, politics, chess, Rhumba, Zumba and philately
So jobs they came, jobs they went
My children were by heaven sent
But none of it quite made much sense
I needed a tribe
Then one day came epiphany
Someone gave a guitar to me
And I learned a song – and, I joined my tribe
No flags need we, no battle cry
No symbols of hate, no do or die
It’s music and songs that makes the world go round
So sing you Bastards sing
Sing for yourself, sing to the sky
Sing to the water both low and high
And sing for the soul you know you have
And sing until the day that you die
Sing until the day that you die
Sing until you die
Sing
Sing of love and hope
I was born into a family, they mean the world to me
And I wanna leave that world a little better for them
So if you, have a family, please come and sing with me
Cos I wanna leave the world a little better for you
So
Sing you Bastards sing
C’mon
Everybody SING