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?