Strike Anywhere - 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?
In a world full of the sellout condition
With your hands still on the triggers of the weapons of war
Your 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 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?
In a world full of the sellout condition
With your hands still on the triggers of the weapons of war
Your sing and choke on the tears of your hatred
Wounded but living to fight again, for what?
We can 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 binded, not so bad
In every tongue, with every voice
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 defying with our shins against the sun
I’m not the only one
In a world full of the sellout condition
With your hands still on the triggers of the weapons of war
Your sing and choke on the tears of your hatred
Wounded but living to fight again, for what?
For what is life?
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?