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 Your hands still on the triggers of the weapons of war (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? In a world full of the sellout condition Your hands still on the triggers of the weapons of war And (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 confused by what they say! Right now! You can't be shut down (or go mad) Be binded, (not so bad) With every voice and every word (Arm this joy) Go! (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), I'm not the only one In a world full of the sellout condition Your hands still on the triggers of the weapons of war (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 and 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!