Why do the men stray
Why do the women pray
Why do the men fight
Why do the women sympathize Whoa it was easier before I loved
Before this heart was turned to stone
Before this blood was stirred and blood was spilled
No one was ever meant to be alone Why do the birds sing
What do they call that thing
Why do the bombs boom
We're running out of living room Our needs getting needier and needier
More lies are told until they're truth
Until the messages are ma**acred
Old men get all their k**ing done with youth Why do the men stray
Why do the women pray
Why do the men fight
Why do the women sympathize All these wooden houses
Light themselves on fire in turn
Oh but someday there will be nothing left to burn
Oh someday there will be nothing left to burn Whoa
Whoa
Someday someday someday someday