Why i am here? why are you here?
Why is it that we don't have much time?
What is my life? what is your life?
What's is it like on the other side?
Why i did grow up? why did you slow up?
Why do i feel like i'll never die?
I ask my mother, she tell's another
All she does is lie
Why are you right? why am i wrong?
Why is it that we should listen in turn
Am i a baby?
Or is it maybe i cannot be bothered to learn?
Why do i hate you? why do i love you?
Why do you kiss me then say goodbye?
Do you feel good? or in a bad mood?
Why do i thing that you are going to cry?
I ask your father although i'd rather,
Be somewhere else because i hate his guts
I ask your sister, i whish i'd missed her,
Because she's a dirty slut
Why aren't i wealthy? why aren't you wealthy?
You only exercise your mouth to me
I wish you'd listen that i'm thinking
It seems to be an awlful lot to me
I have no answers, have you the answers?
Is anybody going to answer that?
I hope that some day, maybe on sunday
He'll come and tell me why asked you that
The battered babies, the dogs with rabies
The list it never seems to end
I ask no longer, why do i hunger?
These questions seem to drive me round the bend.
Never be afraid to ask "why?"
No matter how trivial the matter