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 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? They preach their disorder They make you accomplice And try to say there's nothing left For you to do But we can liberate each other Scream out against the void Communicate! Not seperated We live to arm this joy So, 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 Will you walk on the battlefield with me? Our hearts define widdershins against the sun I'm not the only one So, 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?