Verse 1) Streetlight halo, cracked and flickering low They point their fingers at the things they don't know Saw you walking like a question mark down the avenue Whispering verdicts on everything you do They say you're too loud, say you're too strange Say you need to be rearranged But the static in their voices is a giveaway sound Another know-it-all on shaky ground (Pre-Chorus) And it hits me like a kick drum deep in the chest Their righteous anger is just fear at rest (Chorus) So let 'em talk, let the gavel fall They don't know the half of it all! We wear our crooked halos, dance on broken glass No one's got a heaven that's built to last It's the freedom to be wrong, the freedom to be strange The only holy thing that we can't change! So judge me, judge me, baby, get in line Your verdict ain't a mirror of mine! (Verse 2) Saw a preacher on the corner with a bullhorn shout Spittin' out damnations, trying to cast you out But he's got a sinner's tremble in his own right hand A secret life he doesn't understand They build their little boxes out of brittle bones And lock the doors on telephones But a whisper grows up louder than a prison wall You can't judge a leap until you learn to fall! (Pre-Chorus) And it burns like a guitar feeding back tonight The only sin is killing your own light (Chorus) So let 'em talk, let the gavel fall! They don't know the half of it all! We wear our crooked halos, dance on broken glass No one's got a heaven that's built to last It's the freedom to be wrong, the freedom to be strange The only holy thing that we can't change! So judge me, judge me, baby, get in line Your verdict ain't a mirror of mine! (Guitar Solo - wild, distorted, full of feedback and dive bombs, channeling the chaos of breaking free from labels) (Bridge - tempo slows, vocals become almost spoken, building back up) They called the wildflowers weeds and cut them down Called the thunder just an angry sound But the heart don't keep no court records, sealed and signed The biggest error is the judging mind... So look in your own broken mirror... What righteous ghosts do you see getting clearer? ONE, TWO... ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR! (Final Chorus - double time, explosive) LET 'EM TALK, LET THE GAVEL FALL! WE DON'T KNOW THE HALF OF IT ALL! WE WEAR OUR CROOKED HALOS, DANCE ON BROKEN GLASS! NO ONE'S GOT A HEAVEN THAT'S BUILT TO LAST! IT'S THE FREEDOM TO BE WRONG, THE FREEDOM TO BE STRANGE! THE ONLY HOLY THING THAT WE CAN'T CHANGE! SO JUDGE ME, JUDGE ME, BABY, GET IN LINE! YOUR VERDICT AIN'T A MIRROR OF MINE! (Outro) Crooked halo... (Can't change it, can't break it, can't fake it) Crooked halo... (The only holy thing we can't change...) Shattering glass and final guitar crash I'M FREE.
