[Chorus] Conformity all around All I wanna do is tear it down If you think they're wrong, you're right Just be ready to fight Fight, Fight! My whole
: [Chorus] Conformity all around All I wanna do is tear it down If you think they're wrong, you're right Just be ready to fight Fight, Fight! My whole
to sparkle in his eye she would suffer, she would fight, and compromise she's been wishin' on the stars that shine so bright for answers to the questions
[verse 1] Lately I have been questioning if what we have is lost I heard it in your voice when we were fighting Tell me where it's gone? Girl I thought
Look the wrist stay rocked The Ruger stay cocked I hope ya smoke alot cause I supply the weed spot Got a few questions and I need the answer on the spot
I kind of keep asking myself little questions Like where do I go from here I seem to keep loosing track of time and how long it's been Since I last
We've been fighting for so long I forgot what we're fighting for So Father, can you pardon our sins? Tell me how we lost the answer To this question
the million dollar question what's the point of trying to work it out when it just don't work i keep trying, the problem is that i know the answers,
I've been walking through the ruins Of my life and times Seems like everything is sinking Right infront of my eyes I've been asking all the questions
in a letter, either way, I have to know Did I never treat you right? Did I always start the fight? Either way, I'm going out of my mind all the answers to my questions
get But the holistic moment of all Yes That is the way Do you hear the river flow You talked yourself into wrong questions You don't care about the answers
more, cast me to die just today. Fighting within. Our quest tastes like an open wound. Now that's all over; this quest will never come through. I can't wait for any answers
Our feelings unsure We all have emptiness inside, we all have answers to find But you can't win this fight! Hey kids! (hey kids) I have to question What
keys And she can push any button I was programmed through Laura Calls me When she needs a good fix All her questions Will get sympathetic answers I
And your Daddy don't approve But I don't need your Daddy Telling us what we should do Now there's a million questions I could ask about our lives But I only need one answer
There Panties In A Envelope And Mail Em To Me And Now Hows That For Some Fan Mail But Me And Bow Gotta Question Kno The Answer Raise Your Hand Yell. [
get ya walk right Or the chalk might outline ya one day You oughta try steppin' outside you one day You circle round yourself like you the answer To the question
