Faith No More Why Do You Bother
Why hold on? Your hands are getting sore You must be scared of something From the time before, well... We're here again How long, who knows? It's not your right to tell me Where this trip will go Pull away You're dying today You could enjoy it If you could take your feelings with you But put your mind on me And suck my energy And see the speed gets higher I see you hold on tighter.... But just fatigue Is all your face will show It's weary from the stress Getting delirious "I didn't want this race We can"t keep up this pace" We don't want to get well We want to go to hell We want an urban dream The f..cking urban scream "This time was mine to borrow I'll pay for it tomorrow" You'll pay for it today And as we drive away I'll make my pleasure greater Push the accelerator (and down we go)