But somebody's gonna have to answer The time is coming soon Why do the babies starve When there's enough food to feed the world Why when there are so many of us Are there people still alone Why are the missiles called peace keepers When they're aimed to

Maybe then that's when I'll finally say I'm sorry Maybe when I leave I'll lead a life less empty Maybe we were waiting way too long to end this soap opera story You'll accept just half of all these consequences Why didn't you, why didn't I, why couldn't

I can get no satisfaction I have tried, I have tried We gotta have it, we gotta have it I can't get me no, ha, ha I can't get no, uh, now When I'm driving in my car And the man talks on the radio Keep tellin' me more and more About that useless

You know what I'm sayin'? Ayy, ayy, yeah Provoke, this ain't a joke, man, nobody playin' These around but they ain't around Say that they down, when they is down Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? Lot of 6's in here tonight Yeah, yeah, ayy

You're face to face With the man who sold the world We never lost control We passed upon the stair We spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there He said I was his friend

When we all see Jesus We'll sing and shout the victory When we all get to heaven What a day of rejoicing that will be Sing the wondrous love of Jesus Sing his mercy and his grace In the mansions bright and blessed He'll prepare for us a place Onward to

Hey somewhere You threw your fear in the sea of no cares When you're in love there's no time and no space There's a permanent smile on your face Your friends all complain that you're going insane But the truth is they're just afraid When you decide that

No man is an island No one should be on their own Look at the horizon, 'cause love will always take you home She said all hearts break, don't lose faith You can't live life that way 'Cause when you go solo, in the feeling solo You become your own worst

He'll never love you like I can, can, can Why are you looking down all the wrong roads When mine is the heart and the soul of the song There may be lovers who hold out their hands but He could be a sinner, or a gentleman He could be your preacher, when

When you smoke all my weed man You gots to call the green man Yeah I can get mine and you get yours Tell your boyfriend next time he around To buy his own weed and don't wear my shit down I wouldn't care if brave would give me some more I'd rather him