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 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