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