Hardcore

I think we got this all wrong

It's about time we called it

And it's the right of the people

To rise upon it

I never had control

I'm either out or under

I'm missing all the fun

But who's gonna remember?

Hear the call, you hear it in your soul

But still ain't got nothing to say

Make-believe war, my baby's so hardcore

But it don't mean much today

Or to me anyway

I think I got this all wrong

I'm right where I should be

And your hair levitates when the record's on

And my finger is stuck trying to change the song

Soft skin and leather

Should be sticking together

Oh boy did we have fun

Well, at least

That's how I remember it all, but maybe this time I'll take control

Hear the call, you hear it in your soul

But still ain't got nothing to say

Make-believe war, my baby's so hardcore

But it don't mean much today

Out of control, into the wall

Who's gonna worry when you're not coming home?

Out of control, into the wall

What do think of when you're alone?

You don't wanna say, I don't wanna know

Why do I do all these things I do?

I'll never know