Hardcore

I think we got this all wrong It's about time we called it 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 a record's on And my finger is stuck tryna 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 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