Lyrics: The Questions

What right do you have to be cynical?
What right do you have to be here at all?
Were you pushing us aside
When you went away to fight?
Were you eating from your hands?
Were the bad guys in command?
Cause you always seem to pass
When the hard questions are asked
Tell me how long it will last

What right do you have to be missing me?
What right do you have to be thanking me?
Is the number on your back
Just to put us in our place?
Will we ever be addressed?
Will the surface ever crack?
Cause you always seem to to laugh
When the sad questions are asked
Tell me how long it will last
Tell me how long it will last

What right do you have to be miserable?
What right do you have to be sad at all?
Are you aching from the past?
Cause it hurts to feel like that
Were you building a defense
While the others built attack?
Cause you always seemed detached
When all these questions are asked
Tell me how long it will last
Tell me how long it will last

What right do you have to be cynical?
What right do you have to be here at all?
Were you pushing us aside
When you went away to fight?
Were you eating from your hands?
Were the bad guys in command?
Cause you always seem to pass
When the hard questions are asked
Tell me how long it will last
Tell me how long it will last

Do you need to know the score?
Cause it's knocking at your door
Will the strongest stand again
Pushing the weakest to the floor?
Cause you always seem to cry
When the questions pass you by
And all you ask is why
And all you ask is why.