Why i am here? why are you here? Why is it that we don't have much time? What is my life? what is your life? What's is it like on the other side? Why i did grow up? why did you slow up? Why do i feel like i'll never die? I ask my mother, she tell's another All she does is lie Why are you right? why am i wrong? Why is it that we should listen in turn Am i a baby? Or is it maybe i cannot be bothered to learn? Why do i hate you? why do i love you? Why do you kiss me then say goodbye? Do you feel good? or in a bad mood? Why do i thing that you are going to cry? I ask your father although i'd rather, Be somewhere else because i hate his guts I ask your sister, i whish i'd missed her, Because she's a dirty slut Why aren't i wealthy? why aren't you wealthy? You only exercise your mouth to me I wish you'd listen that i'm thinking It seems to be an awlful lot to me I have no answers, have you the answers? Is anybody going to answer that? I hope that some day, maybe on sunday He'll come and tell me why asked you that The battered babies, the dogs with rabies The list it never seems to end I ask no longer, why do i hunger? These questions seem to drive me round the bend. Never be afraid to ask "why?" No matter how trivial the matter