Question The Answer

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

They try and 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?

We liberate each other

Scream out against the void

Communicate not separated

We live to arm this joy

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?

Right now, you can't be shut down or go mad

Be blinded not so bad

With every voice and every word

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 know) I'm not the only one

In a world full of the sell-out condition

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 is right

To the government, the world stage

Our voices, this outrage

With every tongue with every voice

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?