Go Away
What is the point of suffering?
What is the purpose of joy?
Is it true that the winner dies
With the most toys?
A lifetime spent for a dollar
A lifetime twisting in pain
A lifetime gone in an hour
A lifetime playing the game
I see the starving Africans on TV
I feel it has nothing to do with me
I sent my twenty dollars to Liveaid
I've aided my guilty conscience to go away
Now go Away
Now go away
Now go away
Go away
I don't want anybody to touch me
I think everybody has AIDS
What's the point in caring for you?
You're gonna die anyway
A lifetime searching for something
A lifetime going insane
A lifetime running from nothing
A life looking for someone to blame
I see the starving Africans on TV
I feel it has nothing to do with me
I sent my twenty dollars to Liveaid
I've aided my guilty conscience to go away
Now go Away
Now go away
Now go away
Go away
I see the starving Africans on TV
I feel it has nothing to do with me
I sent my twenty dollars to Liveaid
And paid my guilty conscience to go away
I see the starving Africans on TV
I feel it has nothing to do with me
I sent my twenty dollars to Liveaid
And paid my guilty conscience
Now go Away
Now go away
Now go away
Now go away, go away, go away
What is the purpose of joy?
Is it true that the winner dies
With the most toys?
A lifetime spent for a dollar
A lifetime twisting in pain
A lifetime gone in an hour
A lifetime playing the game
I see the starving Africans on TV
I feel it has nothing to do with me
I sent my twenty dollars to Liveaid
I've aided my guilty conscience to go away
Now go Away
Now go away
Now go away
Go away
I don't want anybody to touch me
I think everybody has AIDS
What's the point in caring for you?
You're gonna die anyway
A lifetime searching for something
A lifetime going insane
A lifetime running from nothing
A life looking for someone to blame
I see the starving Africans on TV
I feel it has nothing to do with me
I sent my twenty dollars to Liveaid
I've aided my guilty conscience to go away
Now go Away
Now go away
Now go away
Go away
I see the starving Africans on TV
I feel it has nothing to do with me
I sent my twenty dollars to Liveaid
And paid my guilty conscience to go away
I see the starving Africans on TV
I feel it has nothing to do with me
I sent my twenty dollars to Liveaid
And paid my guilty conscience
Now go Away
Now go away
Now go away
Now go away, go away, go away
Credits
Writer(s): Patrik Wincent, Robert Erik Uhlmann, - Crazy G
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