Are you a hard-faced boy with hooligan eyes?
|
Are your hands driven to murder?
|
The conscience they teach you to despise
|
|
Inna world full of the sell-out condition
|
With your hands still on the triggers of the weapons of war
|
You sing and choke on the tears of your hatred
|
Wounded but living to fight again
|
For what?
|
For what?
|
|
They preach their disorder
|
They make you accomplice
|
And try to say there's nothing left
|
For you to do
|
|
Are you a hard-faced boy with hooligan eyes?
|
Are your hands driven to murder?
|
The conscience they teach you to despise
|
|
Inna world full of the sell-out condition
|
With your hands still on the triggers of the weapons of war
|
You sing and choke on the tears of your hatred
|
Wounded but living to fight again
|
For what?
|
|
But we can liberate each other
|
Scream out against the void
|
Communicate! Not seperated
|
We live to arm this joy
|
|
So, why do we do what they tell us?
|
Why do we do what they say?
|
Why do we do what they tell us?
|
Why am I controlled by what they say?
|
|
Right now, you can't be shut down or go mad
|
Be binded not so bad
|
In every tongue with every voice
|
Arm this joy
|
Arm this joy
|
|
To the government, the world stage
|
Our voices, this outrage
|
In every tongue with every word
|
Arm this joy
|
|
Right now, hooligan captive girls and boys
|
We make this noise for life
|
For life
|
|
Will you walk on the battlefield with me?
|
Our hearts define widdershins against the sun
|
I'm not the only one.
|
|
Inna world full of the sell-out condition
|
With your hands still on the triggers of the weapons of war
|
You sing and choke on the tears of your hatred
|
Wounded but living to fight again
|
For what?
|
For what it's like
|
|
Are you a hard-faced boy with hooligan eyes?
|
Are your hands driven to murder?
|
The conscience they teach you to despise
|
|
Inna world full of the sell-out condition
|
With your hands still on the triggers of the weapons of war
|
You sing and choke on the tears of your hatred
|
Wounded but living to fight again
|
For what?
|
For what?
|
|
They preach their disorder
|
They make you accomplice
|
And try to say there's nothing left
|
For you to do
|
|
Are you a hard-faced boy with hooligan eyes?
|
Are your hands driven to murder?
|
The conscience they teach you to despise
|
|
Inna world full of the sell-out condition
|
With your hands still on the triggers of the weapons of war
|
You sing and choke on the tears of your hatred
|
Wounded but living to fight again
|
For what?
|
|
But we can liberate each other
|
Scream out against the void
|
Communicate! Not seperated
|
We live to arm this joy
|
|
So, why do we do what they tell us?
|
Why do we do what they say?
|
Why do we do what they tell us?
|
Why am I controlled by what they say?
|
|
Right now, you can't be shut down or go mad
|
Be binded not so bad
|
In every tongue with every voice
|
Arm this joy
|
Arm this joy
|
|
To the government, the world stage
|
Our voices, this outrage
|
In every tongue with every word
|
Arm this joy
|
|
Why do we do what they tell us?
|
Why do we do what they say?
|
Why do we do what they tell us?
|
Why am I controlled by what they say?
|
|
-----------------
|
I Will Question The Answer
|
| Strike Anywhere |
