Better Questions

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I could cut the tension with a knife
You're fighting tooth and nail to
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Master this dimension
You smell blood like a hunter on the trail so
Be careful not to take yourself too seriously

You beat your head against the wall
Plead with the gods for some direction
Cry foul when no one hears the call
But you don't need answers
You need better questions

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Your portable prison
Seems to be made from papier-mâché, so
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Have yourself some good fun
Kick the wall
Get some fresh air and some day glow
It's not so hard to flip the script now, honey
It's not so hard, but here's the catch
Ain't nobody gonna hold your hand
Or wash your ass
You can stare at the green of your neighbor's lawn
Or keep watering the grass

You beat your head against the wall
Plead with the gods for some direction
Cry foul when no one hears the call
But you don't need answers
You need better questions

You'll never be satisfied
You'll never be satisfied
You'll never be satisfied
You'll never be satisfied
You'll never be satisfied



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Grajko
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