Question The Answer - Strike Anywhere

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?