I'm turnin' off my radio 'Cause I can't stand to know Why everything's so terrible I'm switchin' off my telephone It feels like a second home But I'm not sure it's that comfortable
Got this world in our hands Like a pearl in a clam We lettin' go, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Why is everything so hopeless? Everybody's lost control I wish that I could fill this ocean size open hole How the hell are we still copin' When everybody fill so broke? I wish that I could fill this ocean size open hole But what do I know?
I wanna go grab a megaphone And scream 'til my lungs are gone Wake up the world and let them know Ayy, ayy-ayy, yeah Can't just wait until you're older To take the weight up off your shoulders If it makes you cry You probably doin' alright
Why is everything so hopeless? Everybody's lost control I wish that I could fill this ocean size open hole How the hell are we still copin' When everybody fill so broke? I wish that I could fill this ocean size open hole But what the hell do I know? Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
But what the hell do I know? Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh But what the hell do I know? Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh But what the hell do I know? Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Why is everything so hopeless? Everybody's lost control I wish that I could fill this ocean size open hole How the hell are we still copin' When everybody fill so broke? I wish that I could fill this ocean size open hole
Compositores: Ashley Peter Milton (Ash Milton), Daniel James Denis Goudie, Matthew Robert Wilson (Matthew Wilson), Samuel George Tompkins (Sam Tompkins) ECAD: Obra #31733990