What makes you talk?
What makes you feel?
What makes you stop and smell the roses in an open field?
What makes you unclean?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
What makes you live?
What makes you cry?
What makes our youth run from the thought that we might die?
What makes you bleed?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Somebody told me the road ahead.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Somebody told me the road ahead.
Yeah . . .
Yeah . . .
Yeah . . .
Yeah . . .








What if I died?
What did I give?
I hope it was an answer
So you might live
I hope I helped you live
I hope I helped you live
I hope I helped you live
I hope I helped you live
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Somebody told me the world was end
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Somebody told me the world was end
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah